The ripple showed the entrance island, so visually crisp and clear it seemed like I was looking out a window at it. It included details that could only be seen with the Oracle of Eternity, except…more. A few remnants surrounded the gate, weapons drawn. For the first time, I could see their souls and the power coursing within. Gathrin himself stood in the front, at the peak of the eighth level.
"That can't be right," I whispered.
Fate glanced at me, a smile tugging at her lips. "Only eighth, hmm? You expected more?"
"He fought that dragon!"
Fate shrugged. "Your fate spells cannot be compared to anyone on your level, right? The gap between the eighth and the ninth might be incomprehensible to you now, but to an existence like the remnants, it is but a child's step. The power of the sea is vast, yet it's powerless against a well-built ship and seasoned crew."
