Grim stared out the window, watching the palace. The sun was shining on the palace, bathing the capital in golden light. Yet his mind was far from the scenic view before him.
"Tell me more about these realms," he said, addressing the voice directly now that they were alone. "You claim this knowledge will help me learn my great-grandfather's techniques?"
[Not merely help you learn them,] the voice replied, its tone carrying uncharacteristic eagerness. [It will explain why they exist at all, and how you might obtain them.]
Grim's interest was piqued despite his wariness. "I'm listening."
[There are thousands of realms. Not merely the three I mentioned. Some are vast, containing entire worlds and civilizations. Others are small—pocket dimensions no larger than this room. Some are easy to find, with entrances that appear regularly. Others are nearly impossible to locate, requiring specific conditions or keys.]
"And these realms contain... what, exactly?" Grim asked.
