Horace was "feeding" the last portion of Frenzied Flame to the Gate of Myriad Laws.
As the fire of chaos was devoured by an unseen presence, the sense of satisfaction coming from the gate grew ever clearer.
It's reached the minimum requirement for crossing worlds? Horace wondered in surprise.
When he first crossed over, he seemed to have exhausted some kind of "energy" the gate had initially accumulated.
Now, by devouring this Frenzied Flame, the gate had actually replenished its "fuel." Just how much energy did this Frenzied Flame contain?
Had he learned this when he first arrived in the danger-ridden Lands Between, he might have been thrilled.
But now... he looked at the members of the Nomadic Tribe in the manor before him, all profoundly grateful to him, and felt the steadily growing power of Law within him...
It seemed there was no longer any need to rush off to another unknown world.
Still, it was good to keep this ability in reserve.
If the Erdtree really burned one day, Marika's plan went disastrously wrong, or some even more outrageous ancient god popped up, this would at least serve as his ultimate escape route.
Thinking this, Horace felt a little more assured.
"Horace!"
A cool voice, carrying a rare hint of delight, interrupted his thoughts.
Rellana leaned halfway out from around a corner of the corridor.
Looking at his wife's almost "cutesy" pose, Horace felt both helpless and amused. He walked over. "What is it?"
Rellana handed him the parchment letter that had left both her and Marika at a loss.
Horace took it, and just one glance at that wildly unrestrained "calligraphy" made the corner of his mouth twitch.
It really was his big brother Godfrey's style.
He patiently tried to decipher the information from the axe-hewn, blade-hacked