The silence said enough. No matter how much they wanted answers about the system, the strange powers inside this Dungeon World, and the origin of Erend's strength, it was clear now that those truths were locked away behind forces far beyond their reach.
Maybe they really were just pawns in a larger game, a game played by beings they couldn't see, touch, and definitely couldn't question.
The thought left both Erend and Eccar simmering in a blend of anger and unease. Not just because of what they didn't know but because of what that ignorance meant.
They had enemies to fight, Dragonborn to unite, a war looming just beyond the horizon and now, the knowledge that something else had been pulling strings all along. Some powerful force had built this strange world—the Dungeons, the monsters, and the rules—and allowed them to grow stronger inside it. But for what purpose?
