6.55 - Throk's Interesting Machines
“This is delicious,” Void said, holding up a jam-filled pastry.
Benton had invited Void and Theo into a longhouse, seating them right by the massive fire burning in the center. Other toora were gathered here, all sipping tea and warming themselves by the coals. The alchemist didn’t know how much more tea he could have today, but he would never refuse the tea Benton made. It was always good, as were the sweets.
“You’re getting along better than I expected, Benton,” Theo said.
“When given the choice to pick between Khahak and here, the choice was clear. I can’t live without mountains.”
Theo took a bite of his food, nodding to himself. It was as good as ever. “So, about the old world.”
“Right,” Void said. “Just so we’re clear, these meetings stop when the shards return to Iaredin. The gods will be sealed in the heavens after that. But right now, everything is technically in the void, so I can go anywhere.”
“Fancy loophole.”
“You would know,” Void said, the spiral in front of his face spinning faster. “Think of it like this. Earth and another world were connected way back when. We didn’t know how it happened or why, but there was a connection. They smashed together, monsters invaded the planet… it was a mess. Then this bird guy comes along, does some magic something, and everything is fixed.”
“Except it wasn’t. Earth was destroyed.”