Sylas' brain started to race. Time slowed around him, and he gave everything toward considering just a single question.
How?
There was no path to the Demi-God Plane from Earth as far as he knew... or was it that he didn't know enough? His mother had made it quite clear that he was neglecting Earth quite a bit during his last visit. Just the fact the best food he had had on the Mortal Plane came from here said everything that needed to be said.
But something like a portal to the Demi-God Plane wasn't something that he would miss. He would sense that immediately.
'The Demon World?'
This was the first idea Sylas came up with. The portal to the Demon World was still here, and technically Demons had their own little backyard right now because Sylas was allowing it to happen.
But he had been through that portal in the Woodlands already, and as far as he could tell, that world was just a reflection of the Mortal Realm of the Real Plane.
That was to say that it was the Demonic equivalent of the Realm they were in right now.
Unless there was an easier way of transcending to the Demi-God Plane through the Demon World?
This was possible.
Technically, the fact the Demon World existed here at all was a huge taboo. The clash between Real and Demonic Runes was practically like a collision of Matter and Dark Matter. They were fundamentally opposed to one another and couldn't coexist.
The possibility that the existence of Demonic Runes in large enough quantity would bend spacetime enough that Elara could pull off something like that... It was possible. But was it the answer?
Sylas should be able to sense something so violent happening to the tapestry of the Mesh of Reality Earth sat within if it, indeed, happened like this.
So what was he missing?
'A Dungeon...'
"You entered a Dungeon that led you to the Demi-God Realm?"
Elara laughed, still sheepish like a child who knew she had done wrong.
"Maybe?"
"What level?" Sylas asked.
"I don't know. It was just a bunch of question marks."
"And you thought it smart to enter?"
Sylas stood in silence, but so did Elara. She looked at the ground, drawing a line with her toes. Apparently, she didn't have a clever quip to defend herself.
It really was too boring staying here alone. There was nothing to stimulate her and she was still another three or four years from turning 18.



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