The golden island tore across the storming dark of THE Krazhor-Nul, and upon it, THE Creature spoke calmly.
"What are we running from, and what are we running to?"
Noah's mouth curved slightly from his throne as he answered plainly.
"We are likely running away from one of those monstrous Cursed Steeds we learned about. It feels hateful and despotic. And we…are running towards another Cursed Steed! This one feels a bit…hopeful."
"…"
He said such words easily, and they were enough to make Anaximander smile and THE Creature frown!
For both of them instantly understood that something perilous was unfolding. Running from one dying Steed directly into another was not a plan any sane being would call safe.
Anaximander stroked his chin and spoke with calm honesty.
