The way Bob asked the question made it clear—something that should never have been done, had been done.
His gaze locked onto Noah with a stern intensity as he sought confirmation.
"You sent a part of yourself to the Infinite Ravines?!"
He asked again, as if needing to hear it aloud.
Noah met the being's stare calmly. His silence served as a direct answer.
Bob shook his head slowly, as though the knowledge itself was a curse.
"You… haha, fuck. I told you—every Wheel of Existence has its most unique entities. And you? You're like a fucking beacon. You shine too bright, too strange. In a place like the Infinite Ravines, where Dead Things roam... your mere presence draws them in. If even one of them catches a glimpse of you—senses the difference—they'll spread word. And then you'll face an onslaught of Dead Things, all desperate for that. The same thing I'm after."
…!
Bob's words came in a rush, tumbling one after another as his frustration mounted.
