The two Watchers appeared in the void between universes of Pantheos.
The white owl hooted softly, his golden eyes wide with shock as he looked around at the endless expanse.
"Just… what is this place?" he asked, his voice shaking with a mix of wonder and unease.
"Where's the mana… and the traces of the power system?" he murmured, as if realizing they had stepped into a realm completely beyond the creation of both the Father and the Mother.
His sister, the darker owl, floated beside him, her feathers bristling as she scanned the layered universes, galaxies, and dimensions stretching out in every direction like an infinite, living tapestry.
"It's overwhelming," she agreed, her voice low and cautious. "I figured they had created their own reality... but that was a major understatement."
Even though they were overwhelmed with awe, their purpose for coming here remained clear.
