This one was harder to look at. A Dimension of pale vastness, its geography refusing to settle, mountains that might have been ruins, seas that might have been scars, and running through the center of it all, a wound. A tremendous, ancient severing, healed over the way land heals over a buried river, visible only because the whole Dimension still bent around it.
"This is where they cut him," Ryaenara said quietly. "THE Sealed One. This is the Dimension where the only alliance in history, True Lifeforms and Primeval Lifeforms together, brought him down and carved him apart and sealed the pieces. Every True being knows this place. Most will not enter it."
"Why?"
