Chapter 511: The Learned One
Back-straight, candles lit, Dasha sat in the center of the room and read.
The life of Igor the Skilled was long, detailed, and unique. He learned so much that he actually forgot about some aspects. Like, for example, a special type of sensing he learned from a blind group of monks who lived above the clouds.
"This man was a Voyager. Incredible."
Down south of the Underground was the Nyx Port and the river that led to the Current of Darkness. Only the strongest dared to voyage through the dark currents. Only the strongest ever returned. Only ships made from the hardest materials in the universe could traverse the darkness. The gravity was so dense that flight was nearly impossible, Igor recorded. He once witnessed feathers ripping from the wings of an angel who dared to do as such.
Igor went on a Voyage three decades ago, when he was 151 years old at what he considered his prime. He joined the Voyage under the tutelage of three Justice Sect Elders and two hundred men. They spent two decades constructing a ship powerful enough to traverse it.
By the end of the trip, only one Justice Sect Elder and four men returned, including Igor himself. Dasha, as always, completed the book in an instant. However, he decided to go back and reread the illustrations and details of Igor’s Voyage.
"Date: Day 97 OR 108 of the Voyage,
We see it! In the distance, the World Tree has arrived! Finally! With us is a centaur who previously went on a Voyage a hundred years ago. Centaurs are beautiful things with minds even more beautiful. Fast too, unparalleled in a head-on race.
The World Tree will require everything we have. On any market, black or not, even a small branch can go up to hundreds of millions. A hundred have already died. I suspect many of us will continue to die as we traverse closer.
Vamos, says the Centaur!"
"Date: Day 100 OR 111 of the Voyage,