Zeratul had hardly scratched the surface of the knowledge their own universe contained, and that was after 600 years of continuous searching. It was just the basics he needed to focus on, simple truths that the people here took for granted. Meisters and Weapons were every day concepts to them, but to him, they were a new wonder.

He didn't share in Tassadar's mirth over the sun, but his sour expression didn't fully describe his mood. There was enough information he had gathered to satisfy him, and walking alongside his dear friend put his mind at ease for the time being.

"Against my better judgement, I would prefer to understand the thing," he said. Had the people on this earth even achieved space flight? And if so, what did the rest of the stars look like?