The atrium snapped into existence around us like someone had changed the channel on reality.
I'd been here before, multiple times now, which didn't make the architecture any less offensive to human perception.
Crystalline formations stretched in impossible directions, surfaces both transparent and reflective showing nothing and everything at once, floor made of frozen starlight or something my brain interpreted as starlight because it couldn't process what it actually was.
Everything glowed with sourceless light.
I still hated it.
But this time, instead of annoyance, I felt relief wash over me like finding WiFi in the middle of nowhere.
"Finally," I said to the empty space. "We have so many questions and you're the only ones with answers."
Azryth materialized beside me, our consciousness pulled here together through our connection.
"The last time you summoned us," he said calmly, "the connection broke before you could finish."
