In real time, Mirage was walking the River of Paths.
His oldest companion, the cheap mount he'd bought in the First Sanctuary as nothing more than a means of getting from point A to point B, was now doing something that only a rare few in all existence could manage. The significance of it wasn't lost on Moon.
Entering the River of Paths was no small thing. Honeybun, a Supreme-rank creature born from a true elf's heart and an S-Rank beast's blood, had done it. For Mirage to follow, for the white steed to be drawn into those ancient currents, meant something profound.
"Either Mirage is about to become a Supreme-rank creature in his own right," Moon murmured, piecing it together, "or the Three-Tailed Illusion Fox's core elevated him enough to walk the River even without reaching that tier just yet. Either way, once he comes back, he'll stand among the strong. He will not be sitting out the dangerous fights in The Wasteland."
The thought pleased him.
