——Ian.
——It... this Sacred Object we've guarded for sixteen hundred years, this relic that our ancestors inscribed into our Bloodline, warning, even pleading us to protect…
——What is its true purpose, really?
So, gazing into the eyes of the old man before him, and into the eyes of different yet similar old Dwarves across various space-times, Ian slowly spoke the answer he found after countless cycles of Reincarnation.
[Avogadro Deep Space Shuttle, its true purpose…]
[Is the Random Gate]
[Panloss, it is not the 'Hyperspace Vortex Accelerator' you imagine, nor is it an apocalyptic weapon, much less a super deep space telescope, and certainly not the absurd 'Planet Engine']
[It is the handle of a door, it is... a 'Random Gate' that one can reach as long as it is visible]
"Random Gate?"
Panloss blinked, not quite understanding: "But, what door? I don't see any door?"
