The true world offered opportunities that the Divine Doctor was clearly enough to move him. Centuries of searching within the Panama Continent had yielded a scant few hints that barely gave him any insights into the true nature of the world.
"The manifold tree was one of the only clues I had about the illness afflicting Gaia," he mused with a clinical tone. "It gave me the clue that the problem was of external origin. That some sort of agent had infiltrated Gaia and left her with an ailment."
The clinical inhuman light in his eyes lit up with optimism.
"An infection. A virus. An alien problem that has caused her to suffer."
The other immortal sages frowned at his spurious line of thought but didn't push back as hard as they would have had it emerged from anybody else.
In terms of degree of expertise, the Divine Doctor was second bar none.
