•Firera's Dimension•
[Firera's POV]
I turned from the scrying window—now showing the comforting, mundane image of Ovelia and her companions walking toward a restaurant inn, Gale's unconscious form a silent burden on Ray's shoulder. The immediate crisis had passed. My vessel was safe, surrounded by her protectors. The tempest within her had calmed to a gentle, weary tide.
I fixed my gaze on the other occupant of my sanctum. Sylvana stood a few paces away, her form shimmering with a subtle, borrowed divinity, her expression one of placid observation.
"Aren't you leaving my dimension now?" I asked, my voice echoing softly in the vast, pearlescent white expanse. I kept my tone level, a diplomatic suggestion. "Ovelia is stable. Your… point has been made."
She looked at me, her heterochromatic eyes—one crimson, one emerald—blinking slowly. A small, infuriatingly serene smile played on her lips. "Who says I'm leaving your dimension?"
