They traveled on.
Lucien walked with the group, but his mind was not with the road.
Virel. Aniel.
The names kept circling, refusing to settle.
He did not doubt that it was them. If his parents had reached Eternal Realm, surviving until this day was not strange.
What was strange was everything else.
He could not remember seeing them again after Lootwell's life. In the Mural World, he only remembered the Celestial Race's immense contribution to the Millennia War.
And also, in the small world, they had appeared as humans.
They might even know the coordinates of his small world.
Lucien's eyes sharpened as he walked.
'I have to get to the bottom of this,' he thought.
Around him, the others noticed his silence.
They did not press him.
But the questions were there.
Then Lucien made a decision.
He would move faster.
The world was changing too quickly.
If he delayed, he would spend the rest of his life reacting.
Lucien exhaled once.
"Let's finish this quickly," he said.
