"W-Wait!!"
Vexarion called out but…
He soon realized the… beast, or whatever it was, couldn't listen to him. Even if it could, it wouldn't react to him because it… could not.
It was not intelligent enough to.
He…
He wouldn't get anything out of it.
So he…
He left again and continued searching for another world, another clue, anything that could bring him back.
At first, he had high hopes.
Even if the worlds he went to were dead, even if the entities he encountered did not have the ability to think,
the failure only made him more determined.
He told himself these worlds were too young.
He told himself he simply needed to travel farther.
He told himself that his allies… or at least someone, something he knows, must be somewhere beyond this strange region.
He imagined it clearly.
He imagined reaching a familiar star cluster, or… or seeing a familiar world, even a ruined world, even lingering aura traces.
He imagined a city.
