Gigaparsecs from THE Ymnaros, inside a pocket of dimension that had been folded out of the dark and would be folded back into it within the hour, two collared servants of an unnamed order made their report.
The pocket held nothing! No stone, no floor, no light of its own. Only white rivers of THE Argent Loom threading slowly through the fold, and standing among them, an illusory figure of Warden Yrsa, plain garments, dark hair bound back, pale eyes, and no authority radiating off her even in projection.
Axon stood before her as his halos of white light turned slowly, shoulder to heel. Ohmran stood behind him, vast and clay-skinned and silent, the pale gray band catching the loomlight at his throat.
"Report."
"THE Ymnaros has completed its Dimensionlapse," Axon said. "Another Dimension folded into it fully. We observed for a few hours after the fold settled."
"And?"
