6.63 - The Bell Rang
If not for the elves lurking in the distance, the realm the space elves had established was beautiful. The heat was almost too much, but the sprawl of tropical trees and the scent of salt air in the distance was pleasant. They had taken some section of a beach area from the real world, commanding not only a beautiful strand but all the world’s shards at the same time.
Theo ran his hands through his hair, watching as more elves snuck out of the jungle, only to freeze like statues. He stood atop the stairs to a ziggurat, contemplating the purpose of these shards. The information he had was vague. Each shard stabilized the world… somehow. But the world had done well without them for a long time, heading down whatever messed up path since the elves left.
“So why isn’t the world exploding?” Theo asked, turning to Xol’sa.
The only space elf in the realm with his mind intact shrugged. He seemed to pick up on the topic. The giant, dead shard behind them was enough to inspire such knowledge. “I feel like a child researching advanced magic. This is all well beyond me, no matter how hard I try.”
“We have the system, the monitor system, gods, and now the ascendant thrones. What purpose would crystals serve?” Theo asked with a sigh.
“Perhaps a conduit. Ah, perhaps you should consider motives.”
“The motive of who, exactly?”
“Void, actually. I feel like an idiot or a genius, thinking I’ve put it together. But he needs something from you, right?”
“I’ve made that leap,” Theo said with a nod.