In the Techno-Magic Civilization Universe, unaware of the storm gathering in the void, Elias prepared to depart.
The months of collaboration with Grand Artificer Lyra had been among the most intellectually stimulating of his existence. Her workshop, a vast space that existed in seventeen dimensions simultaneously, had become a second home. Together, they had achieved what neither could have accomplished alone—the perfection of the Void-Tide Perpetual Reactor and countless other breakthroughs.
"You don't have to leave, you know," Lyra said, her form—a constantly shifting geometric pattern that hurt to look at directly—displaying colors that indicated melancholy. "We could continue this work. There's so much more to discover."
Elias, standing in his characteristic calm posture, allowed himself a small smile. "My family waits for me. My daughter will be born soon. No amount of research, however fascinating, outweighs that."
