Chapter 230: No baggage
Three days into the Glacial Area, Irwin was weary to the bone, his skin constantly tingling, and he was sick and tired of ice and icy mountains.
There was no sign of the Glacial Area ending anytime soon; instead, the mountains had grown taller and jagged. It was taking ever more time to navigate between the valleys between them while the clouds of gas above seemed an endless pale mass. If it hadn't been for the electric barrier and the constant hissing from one side, he'd have long since gotten hopelessly lost.
Every few hours, he had to shove masses of ice and snow from the deck to stop the ship from becoming overburdened. If he hadn't started taking short rests every few hours, lying in the cabin, and having a worried Greldo taking short looks outside to make sure the ship remained where it was, he'd have long since given up and turned back.
As it was, he was standing behind the snow and ice-covered wheel, hands gripping tight, grinding his teeth, and wishing for nothing else but a volcano. The only thing keeping him even mildly distracted was Ambraz, who was the only one besides him able to stand the cold.
"So World Anvil's can't leave the world they are on?"
"No. At rank six, when a Ganvil becomes a World Anvil, it becomes very difficult," Ambraz said. "Then, at rank seven and beyond, it's completely impossible. We are so in sync with the world's soulforce resonance that leaving through a portal would rip the portal corridor apart."
"So, that's why you are searching for your homeworld shards? To find the World Anvils?"
Ambraz snorted. "Some are. I was doing it because my Progenitor told me to."
Irwin hummed. Ambraz had mentioned the word progenitor before, but he'd never gone into details.
"Is that like your father or mother?" he asked.
"Something like that," Ambraz said. "Anyway, that's why there will be a time when I need to remain on Eluathar."
Irwin knew Ambraz was changing the subject, but that was fine with him.