"Informant." Both sentinels glanced at each other before nodding. "Set up a meeting with this… informant."
…
Anorah burst through a swirling portal with haste, emerging in the portal room of her world. Asterra.
Despite the obvious panic, her expression remained placid. No emotion rippled through her face.
The moment she felt the touch of her world, felt the godlike power coursing through her body, she acted.
With a single thought, a cocoon of shimmering light enveloped One and Lazio, healing them.
Anorah's gaze drifted across the room. The attendants had abandoned their posts, clustering around her in a nervous half circle.
Their voices overlapped one another, questions sharp and urgent:
"Is everything alright, Saint?"
"What happened, Saint!?"
"Are you okay, Saint?"
The words buzzed at her ears but did not enter her mind. Instead, her placid eyes fixed on them one by one.
Logoth stirred.
With each second, their façades thinned in her gaze.
