Perfect World
That's… a lot of information." Shaken, Damian muttered with a weary voice.
He stood from his meditative pose, the soft taps of his feet against the metallic floor of the Starship being the only sound echoing in the chamber. He reached a window pane reinforced with Edict Runes, looking out through it into the dark space around them.
His mind churned, already digesting the voluminous information contained within the Memory Orb. As he brushed through, he came across terms his mother had stated could never be found in this world, at least not yet, not until this universe became a Perfect World.
Damian's mind went back to his conversation with the Elder of the Kaminari Family. One of the more important things he mentioned was this universe being a mere Fragmented World. He wasn't lying. However, what he had not mentioned was what Worlds above theirs were called.
'A Perfect World…'