Chapter 740
"Who ruled the Upper Realm before...?"
The Wyvern nods slowly, looking upward, away from where the holographic transmission device can see.
"There have been many rulers. This Upper Realm is separated into many zones, just as vast and different as the Lower Realm is to the green zone you stand in now."
Seraphel pauses as I consider the weight of his words.
"A Grand Citadel sits at the center of every zone, from green, to cyan, to dark blue, and even colors higher than this. They are what connect the zones of the Upper Realm together and give us the ability to send messages both up to members of our race in higher zones, while also contacting the Lower Realm from another plane of existence up here."
My mind wanders, as the surprise that the other warlords showed when I said my generals were from the Lower Realm makes sense.
Even now, as I sift through the tens of thousands of worlds in my consciousness, they all do feel as though they're somewhere else... I can't pinpoint an exact direction as to where or how I'm viewing each of them.
The easiest way to describe the place where I look at them is from 'above,' but in reality, it is from a direction my brain cannot comprehend.
The wyvern continues in my confusion.