Transmission?
Could some change in the world be sensed by the relatively sensitive creatures living in it? A shudder? Was this what they called the world speaking?
Ruger reined in his drifting thoughts and looked at Mahama beside him.
Outside, the streets were filled with people who had stopped to marvel at the miracle. Seeing others halt, some strained to look as well, and upon witnessing the strange sight, dropped to their knees by the roadside in prayer.
"Do you think they can feel it?"
Ruger looked at the nearby street and spoke softly.
"They probably can't sense it. I can only feel a little myself. Perhaps the Wizard lords with stronger spiritual power might sense something more clearly," Mahama said in a low voice.
Ruger looked up at the slowly descending corner, and suddenly a word popped into his mind.
A garbage pit? A dump?
Perhaps the world had not originally been like this. Over countless years of evolution, the Cavern World had in fact become a vast, boundless garbage pit.
Ruger recalled a remark from that afternoon, when they had been chatting at the Old Lunse Potion Shop.
And that saying about sinners and prisons.
It was a theory about the Cavern World he had heard back in Starry City.
If that were true, then what was this before them? Had the cell received a new inmate? Had the rubbish heap gained another little piece of trash?
This thing had not smashed through the dome. It had come by tearing through the air, as though opening a spatial gate, ripping apart the void and crashing in.
Had the Supreme Council protected the dome?
Ruger watched the so-called world fragment grow ever larger.
"I wonder, Mahama, have you ever heard the story of the Cavern World and the garbage