Agnos frowned, arms folding tighter across his chest. "You do realize that's impossible, right? There's no way to reach Vorta. No contact, no passage. Nothing."
I held his gaze, my voice low but firm. "If we don't find a way soon, Mythica won't just be in danger—it'll fall. Everything we know will end up in ruin. Mythica will become a ruined world."
The crackling bonfire was the only sound for a beat—until Trauco spoke, voice hoarse. "Ruined world…?" He stared at me, eyes wide. "Carl… are you saying Mythica could become a ruined world?"
His hands were trembling around his mug, green knuckles pale with strain. He wasn't just worried—he was afraid. Really afraid.
Right. Trauco used to work in Ziggurat's Information Mall. He'd have studied the collapse patterns of worlds past, the worst-case scenarios others only whispered about. He knew exactly what it meant if Mythica fell into ruin.
