Gladio didn't move when the woman did, though it was a close-run thing.

He had expected scorn, suggestions that they were mad, even incredulity, but not like that. Her reaction was completely unexpected. He half expected her to lean across the table and shake Ignis, but she didn't move.

All anyone knew about that continent was that it was abandoned. The War below had ended, the Mist had come. The fal'Cie had gone insane, cursing everyone left and right, and the founders of Lucis had fled across the gap to Eos. What happened to it after that... they hadn't been able to find out. The records ended there. They could be walking into hell, a blasted landscape more inhospitable than even the worst bits of Nabradia, or it could have recovered. Nobody knew. Nobody could know.

But she seemed interested.