He felt a faint but distinct presence brushing against his star space—a subtle, alien energy that didn't belong. It wasn't threatening; in fact, it was fragile, like a flickering candle caught in the wind that he could snuff out at any time.
'This must be it,' Kain thought.
He didn't block its entry, knowing that it was likely a fragment of Ferrin's soul.
The foreign energy moved swiftly towards Pangaea once in his star space, as though it is equipped with a homing beacon, and soon entered the small world.
Pangaea had continued to develop over time. The massive supercontinent was filled lush greenery broken only by winding rivers and towering mountain ranges.
Massive trees, each brimming with spiritual energy, dotted the land like skyscrapers built by Mother Nature.
The spiritual creatures that thrived on Pangaea were numerous and diverse, and many did not resemble those seen in the main world.