The small worlds had not been touched by Oblivion's forgetting.
Whether that was due to the Primordial Slime's foresight, the layered protections woven into each small world's structure, or some deeper principle tied to the way they had been crafted, no one there could say for certain.
But the result was clear.
Everyone here still remembered Lucien.
That truth made the journey inland feel heavier.
They rode airships across the skies, and Marie seized control of the rails. What should have taken hours was cut down savagely under her hands.
The vessel glided over forests, rivers, walled settlements, and familiar roads that Luke and Cienna had not seen in far too long.
And when Lootwell Territory finally came into view, both of them fell silent.
It was different from what they knew.
