Lucien spent the night with the goblin manuals spread across the table again.
It revealed the workings of the Obsidian Tower and the design behind their conquest.
Lucien had read this manual before.
But now he read it differently.
Now he had context.
Suddenly, the parts that once seemed obscure began to align.
Lucien leaned back slightly.
"I see."
The explanation was not complicated.
Reality was not a single continuous space.
It was layered.
Not like stacked floors of a building.
More like multiple sheets of fabric occupying the same position, pressed together so tightly that beings perceived them as one.
Each layer was a different plane of existence.
The Big World existed on one of those planes.
The small worlds existed on another.
They shared the same cosmic position, yet they remained separated by an invisible membrane of dimensional pressure.
Lucien murmured quietly.
"The worlds overlap… but they do not touch."
The Obsidian Tower existed for one purpose.
