Rise of Yahunyens: Origin

Episode 52: Zero Than Infinity

Fheniz leaned back in his chair, eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief as his mind danced around the enormity of the journey ahead. His fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest, as if his very thoughts were trying to escape the confines of his skull.

"Wow!" Fheniz exclaimed with a sharp laugh, his voice crackling with excitement and curiosity as he digested Griswa's bold declaration. "But how exactly do you plan to pull that off?"

Griswa's head tilted slightly, his demeanor calm, almost serene in the face of Fheniz's sharp energy. "Like I said before, we'll start with Aeartha and then move—" he began, but Fheniz's laughter cut through his words.

"No, no, no." Fheniz shook his head, eyes glinting with a sharp edge of curiosity and amusement. "I mean, how do you plan to find Thylme in this infinite sky? Do you think Orngea's going to lead you there?" His eyes slid to Orngea, locking onto the floating figure with an unseen smile.

All eyes turned toward Orngea. The shadowy figure remained still for a beat, the very air around him thickening with the weight of everyone's silent questions. His whispery voice echoed from beneath his hood, "Of course I can. It's just a little... far. But it won't be a problem for you, Lord Griswa, will it?"

Griswa, unsure if he was supposed to take that as a joke, blinked. "Umm... no?" His hesitation only fueled Fheniz's amusement further.

"Yeah, just a couple of trillions of light years, we're talking about," Fheniz muttered, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Yesdar's face scrunched up in confusion. "How much is that?" he asked, clearly bewildered by the jargon.

"Oh, just like he said—just a 'little' far," Fheniz replied, mockingly mimicking quotation marks with his fingers.

"Be serious, Fheniz," Malaes interjected, her voice sharpening with impatience. "How far is that?"

Fheniz sighed deeply, stretching his arms as though preparing to explain the mysteries of the cosmos itself. "Alright, alright," he began, flashing an amused grin. His eyes darted back to Orngea, who floated there, shrouded in silence like some ethereal presence. "Hey, Orngea. Just humor me. How long did it take you to get here from wherever Thylme is holed up, following his order?"

Orngea's response was as casual as it was chilling. "I don't know the exact time... it's indefinite. But the distance is roughly 2168 jumps. Not particularly far by my standards; I've traveled even further on other missions."

"And how many light years is each jump?"

"Around 950 billion light years approximately."

Fheniz's eyes widened as he snorted in disbelief, laughter bubbling up from his chest. "OH. MY. SHIT!" His laughter echoed in the chamber, filling the air with a manic energy.

Meanwhile, Yesdar, Malaes, and Griswa just stared, utterly lost. Fheniz's laughter confused them even further, and it only made Yesdar's frustration bubble up.

"What the hell are you laughing about? What are these 'light years' and 'jumps' you're talking about?!" Yesdar demanded, his irritation palpable, yet laced with comedic helplessness.

Fheniz's laughter died down as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Oh, don't worry, Yesdar. If I tried to explain it all, your brain would fry. Same goes for Malaes and Griswa. But here's the thing—'light years' and 'jumps' are standard omniversal terms. There's nothing alien about it, at least not the way you think."

"I know what they mean," Griswa suddenly interjected, his tone thoughtful. "I don't remember when or where I learned this, but I have the general knowledge. In short, light is the fastest thing in existence. The distance light can travel in a single year is what we call a light year."