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“But you have visited other realms, at least through mental projection,” said Rasalased.

“Yep,” said Morgunov. “Perhaps it was even similar to what the two of you are doing right now. Where are your corporeal forms currently, hmm? Do you even have those, anymore? Or have you supposedly ‘ascended beyond the need for them,’ as some of the old stories claim?”

“Indeed, we left them behind long ago,” said the sister.

“Hmmmmmmm,” mused Morgunov. “I wonder about that. Certainly, it would be quite the convenient thing to make others believe, wouldn’t it? This idea that you are now totally intangible beings, no longer vulnerable in physical ways. That way, you don’t have to worry about some maniac getting it into his head that he might be able to hunt down your little, fleshy bodies and capture them. Or kill them. Or otherwise use them against you, eh?”

“Believe what you will. It matters not.”

“Eheheh. So aloof!”

“Tell me,” interjected Rasalased. “During your travels among other realms, did you ever hear of a place called Saharazeem?”

The Great Desert?

Interesting. Morgunov had to think back. It was true that he’d seen quite a lot of the realms beyond this one, particularly during that one time at Bellvine. But even now, a lot of the things he’d witnessed there were still jumbled or foggy, hardly better than nonsense.

He’d spent considerable time in the immediately following years trying to parse through all of that information, but he’d only had a modest degree of success with the effort. Largely, it had come down to simply journaling everything that he could remember and then trying to interpret patterns from the mess. Ideas, emotions, visions, sensations, names, and places.

It had seemed an endless ocean, at the time. The great and vast Void.

One of the most enjoyable experiences of his life, truth be told. But so confusing in retrospect, too. And above all, he despised being confused.

Mysteries were one thing. Discovering secrets, uncovering truth--those were wonderful. But merely being mixed up and dumbfounded? No. Absolutely not.

The name, at least, was familiar to him. He just needed to recall if it was from that time or if he’d simply read it somewhere.

Bool’s assistance was appreciated here. Ehehe. The reaper hadn’t felt this useful in eons. It reminded Morgunov of more innocent times, when he’d relied on the reaper for almost everything.

Ah, there it was.

Yes.

Saharazeem. It was from Bellvine.