Chapter 70
“You control the Plain of All Existence?” The keys were hot beneath Dana’s fingertips, as if Michelle’s power had heated them to a fiery level and they were only now cooling down. The office was decorated with the flotsam and jetsam of the world’s oceans. Propellers, gold doubloons, figureheads from sailing ships, and tons of other junk covered the walls.
Great, now she was just another piece of the Devil’s junk collection.
I am the Plain. I am the grid on which the game of reality is played out.
“That still doesn’t tell me what the grid is. What it represents.”
No. Not a representation. It is the actual form. All that is, exists on that Plain, travels on that Plain.
“Then what is the blackness?”
The screen paused. She could almost feel the grid thinking, deciding.
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