Hythlodaeus's brow furrows as he takes this information in.

"Aetherial Sea" is a new term, but he believes he can glean its meaning all the same. The word "Salvation" strikes a different cord, one drawn together from second-hand memories and an ill-advised cup of tea. But if Elidibus was seeking rest, then the salvation that comes to mind couldn't be the same one painted on the walls they just left.

"... The future, then," he decides. "Approximately twelve thousand years so, if I am correct?"