The answer was simple enough. Over time, the pressure was bound to keep building, and when it did, the lid would start cracking—splintering in places, spilling wide open. In the end, the force would get to a point too great to contain and would tear it apart entirely.
If Northern had followed Koll's explanation correctly, it meant Ul's efforts to preserve Tra-el were, paradoxically, accelerating its ruin.
Worse, she was leaving her denizens defenseless. The very rifts that should be strengthening humanity, she was shielding them from. And when the moment came where she could no longer contain them, the world would erupt—rifts bursting across the land, and humanity would plunge into another era of devastation, one where only a few could still stand and fight.
'...ah.'
Northern didn't know what to say. Koll's logic held weight—too much, perhaps.
