"Incredible…"
Mehen'z castle was equal parts beauty and mysticism. The walls themselves pulsed with curated Egyptian hieroglyphics. Dr. Thornton walked along those walls, her fingers never breaking away. She could not see them. Rather, she felt them. In the walls, on the floor, in the ceiling—everywhere.
"How long has this Territory been maintained? Centuries?" Dr. Thornton did not wait for an answer. "You changed some of this, didn't you? I can feel the freshness of the changed flow. For something of this scale though…"
"I had a good teacher."
"So…so you're telling me a god made this Territory. A weakened who was forced to rely upon means outside raw power." Dr. Thornton breathed out. "It's phenomenal."
"How did you do it? How did you transfer ownership of this Territory?" Aya asked suddenly. "For gods, a Territory…is more than just heapfuls of mana. It is an expression of the soul."
