"It is hard to explain, because you live life on the third-dimensional plane," he said. "When you cross over into the fourth dimension, everything changes. Not just your position—your concept of identity, of permanence, of time."
The crimson mist stirred at his feet. The spires trembled, low and steady.
"But then things become even more problematic on another scale," he continued. "The value of life… dwindles. Often."
He paused, his gaze tightening, the red veins beneath his skin glowing a shade brighter.
"I don't know what lies beyond the fourth dimension," he said. "That's a door I haven't reached. But it is… pleasant, I'll admit, to speak with someone beneath me."
His expression shifted—no mockery, no pride. Just a subtle change in weight behind his voice.
"I don't mean that negatively. I should add that."
Elias's glow flickered, his voice faint but steady, cutting through the hum of the spires.
