3-3. The Wall
Elijah sat on the edge of the bed, trying desperately to get his thoughts in order. He had so many things to do, and it felt like the clock was ticking on his opportunity to do them. More than anything, though, he was eager to get back on the proverbial road. Now that he had a lead on where to find Seattle, he felt the call of family even more keenly than ever before. If he hadn’t been called back to defend Ironshore from the orcish invasion, he would have almost assuredly already reached the city.
Of course, that was no guarantee of finding them. Last he’d spoken to Alyssa, they had been living just outside of Seattle in a sleepy town called Easton. And it was far enough away from the city proper that there was every chance it had ended up in a different part of the world. When the World Tree had touched Earth, the planet had been transformed. Those very first notifications had claimed as much, saying that it had selectively randomized the planet while also increasing its mass. However, Elijah hadn’t really realized what that meant until he’d set off across the wilderness.
Since then, he’d spent months traveling through the wilds, and he knew he’d barely scratched the surface of what Earth now had to offer. Never was that more obvious than when he’d learned that the once-coastal city of Seattle was now nowhere near the ocean. He didn’t know how that would have affected the place, but he suspected it wouldn’t be a positive change.
More than that, he’d also learned the scope of Earth’s casualties. Millions, if not billions, of people had already died, and if the recent orcish invasion had taught him anything, it was that the dangers had yet to pass. If anything, things would get worse before humanity caught up with their new world’s development.
Which meant that Elijah needed to get to work.
So, he pushed himself upright. He’d once again chosen to stay in the Imperium, largely because it was familiar, but he could admit – at least to himself – that he enjoyed the luxury. Before the world had been transformed, he’d never had the opportunity to stay in a truly extravagant hotel, so now that he had some money, he wanted to take advantage. However, he knew he couldn’t make a habit of it, because his funds had already begun to dwindle.
Woefully, he looked at his folio:
| Copper
| Silver
| Gold
| Platinum
|
| 211
| 309
| 18
| 0
|
