The ruler of the separated realm sat upon her throne of blackened bone and dark metal, watching.
Through the single stable tear that linked her domain to the fractured world below, images and residual impressions flowed in a continuous, muted stream. She did not cross. She did not send forces. She only observed. The agreement she had struck with the human called Jason remained intact: her realm would not interfere, and in return the Marrow's complications would be kept from spreading further into her territory. She intended to honor that arrangement for as long as it remained useful.
