Location:Pocket Dimension — Ithyra's Room
Date/Time:First Void Day, 9942 AZI — no hour
Realm:None. That is the point of it.
Ithyra felt her coming as she had felt her coming for twenty thousand years: a cold place moving through a warm one.
It arrived before the footsteps. It always had. A demoness feels souls the way other people feel weather, and Sharlin's soul came down that corridor like a window left open in winter — not a devil's absence, nothing so total as Salroch had been, but a wrongness with edges. A woman who had made herself into a shape and then forgotten there had been anything before the shape.
Ithyra put her hands in her lap and made them still.
She is coming.
The bond carried it and carried back what she expected: heat, and the sound of a chain going taut somewhere beneath her feet.
How long?
A minute. Less.
Ithyra—
I know.
