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Works continues at pace, a flat plane of ethereal structure and odd dimensions spotted half-formed in the infinite void, hanging static and steady in that equidistant space between the isles. One could perhaps draw some comparison between it and a more mundane arena, but its final shape is still yet to be determined.
Yet this is not what draws the public eye, the distant eldritch activity almost an accepted backdrop to the Twilight City, but instead the sudden cessation of all efforts towards the psi-construction of that looming artifice. Psychic power once suffusing the void grows still and stagnant, the Eye of the Mind Eater peering away from its works to gaze upon the ongoing events within the material plane.
Only shortly after the bounty upon Na'Ria is posted does its voice come cascading throughout the localized Reality of Meranthe, deep, sonorous resonations bubbling up from the recesses of thought for whoever is caught by that wave of projected Psychic power.
Quote:"[Cease your judgements, your calls for punishment.
Return my daughter to my care.
Those who have shown favour in her death, stay your hand 'til we next speak.]"
A short message echoed out yet no direct interaction beyond this. Perhaps this was not so important that it would suspend its work for long or perhaps this was merely to showcase how vital whatever this ongoing construction was. Regardless, soon after the first of the telepathic projection is experienced, work continues on this shrouded project the Exalted-in-Waiting has been devoting itself towards.