The worst thing about always being on the move...
"There's far more too it than that, but that's a super-simple way to look at it. However, in my home world and one other in it that puts this shown to absolute shame, it has become a growing necessity," he said with a frown before closing his eyes and resting his chin on folded hands, elbows resting on the table. "...about 20 years ago, when I first made the willing jump to banish myself from the world I called home, there was about...6 billion people on Earth," he tried to recall, it had been so long since he heard the exact number, after all. "I wouldn't be surprised if there was about...10 billion by now. And there's only so much of the planet in existence."He opened his eyes before looking Ray, a look of sorrow on his face. "Humanity was growing at a rapid pace thanks to the existence of advanced technology, which can best be described as magic that is explained and has become repeatable and can be created without the use of magic." He then glanced around, before pointing at one or two of the sources of flickering flaming lights in the house. "A simple example I will share is this, how often do you candles to light the rooms of the house? What if you can envision a light that required neither fire or magic to illuminate those same rooms, a light that was instead powered by the same energy that creates lightning bolts flying across the sky?"
...is that no one believes the tales that emerge later on.
NEOS
