After a short flight back to Chennai, Wopoimcl wanted to tell me something. When we got to the rainbow palace, Wopoimcl started.

“Worlds slowly increase in magic. They do it at different rates and have different starting levels, but give a world ten billion years-it will have iron-category magic at the least. Give a different world ten billion years-it will have gold-category magic. You see?”

“I understand.”

“Unfortunately, the world membrane keeps magic in, kind of like with greenhouse gasses and heat. The transcendent cores keep it together, but they contain immense power for a baby world. A baby world is a world less than thirty billion years old and has less than bronze-category ambient magic. Pass one of those thresholds, and it is no longer a baby world, protected by The Natural.”

“What is The Natural?” I asked. “The Natural controls all magic.” Wopoimcl answered. “It is a system, which kind of makes the Undiluted Celestial what Earthling humans call an ‘RPG game.’”

“Why does it protect baby worlds?”

“It protects baby worlds so civilization can grow, and they aren’t invaded by high-category forces. After thirty billion years of technological advancement, or bronze-category, it can and has to become more natural. Most of these normal worlds are very old. Glassfay, where I heard you used to live-which is a normal planet, except being the converging point of the sector, which is a magiogeographical and magiogeopolitalcal thing, is a young planet, at eighty-nine billion years old. An average planet will be eight hundred billion years old or so, and older ones can reach upwards of three trillion years.

The people of a baby world want to snag the power of the transcendent cores, and they will do a lot to snag it. Ninety per cent of worlds are destroyed by a flood of magic when their membrane breaks open. Stop this flood to save the world. There can be odd domes, which weaken the membrane.

My job is to keep dimensions safe. This is one of the main causes of universal death. Arcane flood.”

If I had still been at normal-category, I would have fainted. As a gold-category, my facial expression turned to one of evident shock.

“Earth is approaching copper-category average ambient magic, so it will be faced with a slew of challenges. Every planet surviving has had to go through this, so don’t be too worried, and if Earth fails, I have something.”

“What is it?”

“This is an item that will allow you, and everyone in your soul house, to go to Glassfay. You step through it, and your soul space will be pulled to Glassfay, where you can get out.” Wopoimcl said, pulling out an item that looked like a door. “Pour a drop of your blood onto it, and it will go into your soul house.”

I pulled a knife out of my inventory. Making a small slit across my forearm, I started to realize what it meant. I dropped the blood on it. It meant death for the universe, or Earth's power. I put the knife away as the wound was closing at a visible rate. The door with the blood on it started to sizzle, then disappeared. I sensed it was in my soul space.

I tried to keep a steady face as I walked into my room.