148 The Silvermoon Grasslands

When the Spirit of Bountiful Charity, Velvund's personal warship, reached the Helani region of the East, it slowly and carefully decelerated until it made a full stop. It had reached its destination, two hundred kilometers away from what seemed like a remote stretch of grassland. 

It was a wholly unremarkable plot of undeveloped land that had been left untouched for millennia in service of nature. That was what the report in Reed's hands described it as but the truth was quite different... these days. 

Well, that would have been the case, but Reed did not know if the concept of days even existed ahead. After all, time and space were no longer in accord with the world up ahead. 

The carefully woven threads of space had come undone here along with the guiding clock-hands of time. Unmanaged chaos existed beyond where the Spirit of Bountiful Charity had stopped at.