The outskirts of the primordial dimension unfolded at an unhurried pace.
Quinlan was still being pulled along by both hands, Miri on one side and Luminara on the other, their steps light and coordinated as they guided him away from the floating island's edge. The space around them felt charged, shaped by extreme amounts of familiarity and joy at being reunited. Clouds drifted far below, while the land ahead curved gently upward into a broad stretch of cultivated ground.
Then the garden came into view.
Back when Quinlan first arrived, back when he had to earn the right to enter the level 20s, there used to be a small flower garden here.
But things had changed since his last time.
Drastically.
