Echoes of Unreality linger within the material plane following the sacking of Aphros, non-existence mingling with Reality for these brief moments of temporal instability after the Descent. Yet, even as they were delivered their supposed salvation, those without are eager to pull free the lesser folk from what could possibly be their eternal prison.
The ancient arts of Wayfinding are called upon, glyphs dancing through space to draw open a portal through the Lifestream to the Mind Eater's domain. But not all goes according to their intentions, the great portal to deliver a raiding force not nearly as large to permit such.
Restrained. Meager. Almost as if the Lifestream was willingly constricting itself to bar their passage save for only a handful of Magi. The intent was clear enough for those on this side of the portal.
It was an invitation. The Mind Eater would speak with them.
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OBJECTIVE: Communication.