My eyes remained fixed on the glowing core as I asked quietly,
"How is the island floating?"
Azalea replied, "It's a combination of different laws working together. The core plays a major role, of course."
I followed up with another question.
"Why didn't you just move the realm somewhere else?"
She let out a soft sigh.
"I did. But moving a realm isn't easy—it takes a lot of Essence to operate the core. I was injured and running from the Phantom. So I picked a direction at random and pushed the realm with whatever Essence I could still control."
She turned to look at me.
"And it just so happened… it ended up near your home planet."
My eyes widened slightly.
"That… was a coincidence?"
She nodded.
"Every small realm like this needs a larger world to anchor itself. It can't just float around in space on its own. And somehow, this one latched onto yours."
Her tone shifted, becoming sharper.