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A year has passed since the Mind Eater has sequestered itself away towards its work, devoted almost all of its attention upon the psionic alterations being written into that empty space. Perhaps some of the mundane inhabitants of Aphros watched on with interest or fright, but a majority merely accepted it as another feature in their background that was slowly coalescing into something new.
Within that blackened void, a flat plane has been made manifest, psi-shaped matter solid enough yet absent from one’s senses. One could feel the intent echoing out from conceptual space around it, violent, sharp promises roiling throughout the identify of this place.
An arena, yet not for spectacle, the acts performed here outside the perception of the masses beyond its psychically-contained borders.
A butchering field, yet nothing mundane and material would ever be carved and cut here.
Distant as it is, one can recognize well enough that whatever was to occur here would be a dangerous endeavor indeed, psi-defenses dense and durable, its position in the Realm set apart enough to prevent any unwanted interaction between the more vulnerable isles and this place of battle and conceptual bloodshed. One can only wonder what sort of esoteric prey was intended to be brought to battle here, what manner of entity was held within the Mind Eater's gaze.
Perhaps such will be revealed in the coming years now that the Exalted-in-Waiting has returned, this work complete.