A long period of silence descended on the flower field. Arthur sat next to the Sovereign of Death, and could feel a chill radiating from her body.
"I never asked… why did you undertake the path?"
"It's the only way to reach Devaheim without being affected by the temporal expansion," Arthur said. "Here, time slows to a crawl. If I attempt to reach them in the higher worlds, everyone I know would die."
"Is that the only reason?"
"Not at the moment," Arthur said after a pause. "In fact, that's just a bonus I realized when I learned about the Path. My wife is trapped within a realm connected to the Spirits Realm."
"I see. That's an excellent plan," she said. "If you want, I can open a realm directly to the one you mentioned. I just need someone who's been there to pinpoint its astral location."
"That would be convenient," Arthur said with a frown. "But I don't know anyone who has."
