They were moved across vast Distances relatively easily by The Ancestral Voice.
The four of them simply ceased to be in one valley and commenced to be in another.
And in here...was a citadel.
It stood at the center of this domain the way the pillar stood at the center of the last one, and it was under siege. Twelve Superpowered Lifeforms held the ground in front of it, and behind them, packed into the citadel and spilling out along its terraces, were the natives!
Hundreds of thousands of humans. Perhaps more. Ordinary lifeforms of THE Ymnaros, small and frightened and entirely without the grand strength their protectors carried!
Above the citadel, the Infinite True Lifeforms were arriving in ranks.
"There are...rather a lot of them," Anaximander observed.
"Yes." Hvitrmarr did not sound especially concerned about it. She stood beside him in her human shape with the nine First Causes drifting through her robe, and she was not looking at the enemy at all!
