He begins walking back through the forest, his stride confident. The corrupted air around him seems to ripple as Nexus prepares the transition. As he moves, a thought strikes him, and he glances upward, where the dim light filters through the gnarled branches.
"You know, Nexus," Azure says thoughtfully, "this world we're in—it's mostly land, dominated by sprawling forests, mountains, and vast plains. But it doesn't really have a name, does it?"
"Correct. You've yet to name this world."
Azure hums, considering. He thinks of the Lunari and their radiant Heartwood, the Vorrans sprawling forests filled with danger and beauty, and even the Shadewraiths with their dark, enigmatic evolution. "How about Eryndor? It feels fitting. A name that reflects its vast and untamed nature."
"Eryndor," Nexus repeats, as if testing the name. "It's a strong name. It captures the essence of this world well."
