Because they had so much, the number of people in the demesne grew and grew. Even with plenty, the people of the demesne would not be content. They wanted more. Those who wanted more began to build metal boats, big enough to be cities and dungeons, with many levels so they could fill it with food for the journey, as well as for the things they wanted to bring back.

But why metal, though? Don't we use wood and ice to make boats?

Perhaps they had so much they could afford to make the boats out of metal.

That seems silly.

I do not know what to tell you, Yoshka. In the story, they used metal boats. It also seems you're not getting sleepy. Perhaps this story is too exciting. How about I tell you about how many tubers—

None of your tuber stories! Your tubers are too boring. Please don't stop, I'll get bored and go to sleep, I promise!

Very well. However, as these boats were being built, other people became angry, for they wanted the metal and everything that the boat builders were using for themselves. They tried to take the metal back.

They couldn't share?

Apparently not. Or perhaps they didn't want to share, because they thought it meant there would be less for them.

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Did they need it?

I do not know. That's not part of the story. People started to fight, and what had once seemed more than enough for everyone suddenly became not enough. There were those who tried to get people to stop, but no one listened. Soon, the demesne began to burn.

What about the Dungeon Binder? Why didn't they do anything?

They tried, but no one listened, and the demesne was just too big for them to try and do everything in it.

But why not? They're the Dungeon Binder, right?

Dungeon Binders can't do everything, Yoshka. We can only do our best. Sometimes, it's not enough…

Don't cry, Shasha. I'm sorry, I won't interrupt anymore.

It… it's fine, Yoshka.

I love you, Shasha.

…I love you too, Yoshka.

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…what happened next?

Next… next… ah. Even though everyone was fighting, some people tried to finish their boats. However, in the end, only one boat was finished. As the island it was on sank beneath the waves, people boarded the metal boat. While the island's tallest mountain slowly vanished into the ocean, the Whisperers worked together and used their fire to burn a hole that would let their boat leave.

As the mountain disappeared beneath the waves, the boat fell into the void of the sea of stars, and sailed away. Filled with people of all sorts who just wanted to get away from the fighting, their boat traveled the sea of stars, avoiding the strange beasts that swam through the void, and fighting them when that couldn't be done. They wandered the void for a long time, trying to find a way to leave. The end.

That's it?

That's it. Remember, it's the story of what came before the sea of stars. Was it boring enough for you?

Not really. Tell me another one?

No. If I tell you another one, you're going to be napping during breakfast again. Go to sleep, Yoshka.

Fine…

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So, what happened after that?

Karina, go to sleep.