Ethan didn't bother watching Tigris leave.
His mind was already sketching out a new picture.
Not long after, he stepped out of the main hall and made his way to the open platform beyond the city walls.
In the distance, the spatial vortex still churned slowly, its energy flows rising and falling like a living tide.
He didn't know how much time had passed before a familiar figure emerged from the vortex.
Feylora returned with several goblins in tow, her expression unmistakably tinged with excitement.
"Confirmed, my lord," she reported. "Stormhowl Castle is indeed an independent small Plane World. The world's structure has been split in two, but it's still held together by a unique energy field. The native lifeforms aren't aggressive, and the civilization leans heavily toward peaceful development."
Ethan rested his chin on one hand, falling into brief thought.
Peaceful.
Resource-rich.
Structurally unstable.
