The second gateway was much grander than the initial one, also wider, gleaming with an almost whitish sheen, both the pole and the arc.
The lady stopped at the beginning of the black tallic steps and signaled with her hand for Northern to continue up, keeping as straight a face as she could manage.
Northern did as she instructed, walking to the center of the gateway and sincerely hoping that there was going to be no issue this ti around.
The reason for the malfunction was very simple.
The gateway counted the quantity of souls and transported them, and in so cases, the quality of souls.
If Northern were to be literal, his soul was a very robust world that now held within it thousands of souls. If this object was as potent as its reputation suggested, then that ant it wasn't counting Northern as just one soul, but rather as thousands of souls.
This was due to all the souls in the Limitless Void.
That was what made the malfunction surprise Northern. He was truly awed at the ability of the gateway and the crystal.
And that made him realize that the Central Plains was a place he had not truly ventured into, even though he grew up there.
He had heard of several things through the news feed and the mouths of travelers, but he had never actually been there.
The thought of finally starting his adventure journey in the Central Plains made his heart leap with a small force of excitent, and Northern actually looked forward to it.
Northern stood in the center of the gateway while the whirring sound built up again. This ti, he tried to guess where the chanism was positioned.
There was no point he could think of, except below the tallic platform he was standing on.
*I'm guessing all of it is part of the gateway,* he thought.
Northern looked down the mont a white circle appeared on the ground, then began to grow brighter. At so point, the circle looked like it was blinking, which had Northern worried, but eventually, a white light purged out of it, enveloping him, and slowly his point of view changed.
What Northern saw, though it was brief, was a blank, white world with flowing fla-like threads.
It was the sa thing as the ligatures of reality he was used to observing; the only difference was this blank white world.
Then Northern's perspective beca that of another gateway. He looked up at the dark sky of midnight and sighed.
'Was that subspace? They created a subspace?' he thought.
There were several more questions flowing in his head, prompting him to want to study the whole history surrounding the Warp crystal and the gateway engineering.
Anything that had to do with reality, space, ti, and gravity concerned him very much because those were laws that could greatly hinder the Void and Chaos of his ability.
How exactly did he know? The more the Void grew in him, the more its mories beca his mories.
The only sad part was that Northern was also aware he was losing his sense of self. At the very least, right now, it wasn't so obvious.
As he stepped down from the platform, a male attendant approached him.
"I'm here with the crew led by a tall, black-haired, scarred-face man."
His description of Shin was crude, but the attendant imdiately recognized who he was talking about and said:
"Please follow ."
As Shin and the rest arrived, they were imdiately escorted to the waiting room, where Northern was taken.
The place, in terms of grandiosity, was on the sa level as Fughal, but the thes were different.
The chairs were blue and shiny and were not arranged in lines opposite each other. Instead, each three-seater cushion was placed in a center, with a glass table in the middle.
However, the difference between this place and Fughal was that the mont Northern entered the room, more than five people turned their heads with wary expressions on their faces.
Their gaze was strictly on the white-haired figure who casually walked toward a seating area. The mont Shin saw him, he, along with the rest of them, stood up and slowly began to leave the waiting room.
As they left, Northern asked Shin:
"Aren't you going to ask what is wrong with ?"
Shin was silent for a few seconds after the question, then he said, "If there's one thing I know, it's that now, you have a lot of secrets. Your gaze is so deep that sotis, looking at it makes feel like I am falling into a dark depth with no end. You are unreadable at tis. I have no idea what is going on in your mind, and you barely even smile."
"That last part. I don't rember smiling much while growing up," Northern replied.
Shin chuckled. "You smiled every ti Eisha held you. I'm sure you'll find your smile again."
Northern's expression beca sowhat despondent. 'Don't be so sure...'
After a few monts, as they trekked out of the port, Northern asked again.
"So what do we do from here?"
Shin looked at the others who were behind them before bringing his eyes back to Northern.
"We find a lodge."
"After you."
Shin smiled a little and led them away.
The streets of South Drywall, even at midnight, bubbled with a small crowd of people. But Northern's guess was that they couldn't be the good kind of people.
They were probably the sort who caused cris under the cover of darkness.
Even their gazes were full of suspicion. Of course, there were still innocent people, such as
other travelers and rchants conducting legitimate business.
Soft light illuminated the walkway of the street. There were dark alleys here and there, from which unpleasant slls and moans erged.
And dirt littered the ground.
Eventually, Shin stopped in front of an auberge.
The signboard with a blinking neon light read: Sleep'n tight.
Shin looked at it with a smile, "Quite the na isn't it..."
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