My eyes remained fixed on the glowing core as I asked quietly,
"How is the island floating?"
Azalea replied, "It's a combination of different laws working together. The core plays a major role, of course."
I followed up with another question.
"Why didn't you just move the realm somewhere else?"
She let out a soft sigh.
"I did. But moving a realm isn't easy—it takes a lot of Essence to operate the core. I was injured and running from the Phantom. So I picked a direction at random and pushed the realm with whatever Essence I could still control."
She turned to look at me.
"And it just so happened… it ended up near your home planet."
My eyes widened slightly.
"That… was a coincidence?"
She nodded.
"Every small realm like this needs a larger world to anchor itself. It can't just float around in space on its own. And somehow, this one latched onto yours."
Her tone shifted, becoming sharper.
"But what's strange is that the Ferans were able to find it again."
