Shredder 43
“And yet, he still seems intent on going,” Merinde said.
“You mistake my meaning,” Anibel replied, “It’s the place, not the act. The Seeming is madness.”
Merinde raised her hand with deliberate care, and both Halflings chuckled in spite of the somber topic. They looked to each other, and Gerard swept an arm forward for Anibel to do the honors.
“The Seeming is a crossroads of realities,” she said, “Though such a mundane reference does horrible injustice. In truth, there is little firm understanding of the area, due to its fluid nature and the host of dangers present. Many do not survive a visit to the Seeming, at least to our knowledge.”
Merinde gave Gerard a pursed lip frown. He shrugged.
“There are accounts of the world of dreams, the realm of the dead, other dimensions,” Anibel said, “There are even tales of journeys across time. Understandably, the Pantheon is interested in preventing further exploration or understanding of what goes on.”
“And you think this is where these Shredders originated?” Merinde asked, her mind racing.
“We know,” Gerard said, “During the war, the Seeming was not as volatile as it has become.”
“The energies released to end the war may have destabilized the region,” Anibel said.