In THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity.
The Existential Conduit beneath Noah's feet was warm, and it was moving rapidly.
It did not look like a road. It looked like what it was, a vast pillar of flowing authority bent over on its side, pale gold and faintly humming, a river of existence's own veins laid out through the snowy air of the Legacy.
But it was as firm underfoot as any paved street, and it carried whoever stood on it along its length like a current carrying a leaf, smooth and quiet and sure. Those who knew the Legacy called them the Keepers' Roads.
Every mountain was joined to every other by them, a web of glowing pathways running through the falling snow between the peaks, and all of them, today, seemed to be running in the same direction.
Verys stood a pace ahead of him on the Conduit, hands clasped behind his back, cloak pulled close against the cold.
Noah looked around.
