Chapter 25
Arete landed his shiny new vehicle in Xiilok. He didn’t know what to call it exactly. It was egg-shaped and the size of a horse carriage. But it had a lot more capability than a horse-powered vehicle. Of that much he was sure. He had paid a handsome bit of multiversal currency for it.
He sighed, thinking about the amount of money he had invested in this race to power—if any of his efforts would eventuate.
The triple aperture and the uniting of the three worlds was just myth—an intriguing myth that had caught his attention. Then his innocent interest turned into an investment. He had to get some kind of return from it.
The uphill battle hadn’t been easy, but it kept him amused for centuries. It was dangerous sometimes, but he was immortal. What would be the worst scenario for
