Location:Pocket Dimension — Sharlin's Prison (Ithyra's Room)
Date/Time:Late Cinderfall, 9939 AZI
Realm:Unknown
Sharlin arrived on schedule.
She always arrived on schedule. The High Priestess of the Temple of Light ran her operations — her prisons, her experiments, her breeding programmes, her political machinations — with the clinical regularity of a woman who had maintained power for longer than most human civilisations existed and had done it by never, ever allowing chaos to enter her methodology.
The pocket dimension's door opened. Light — real light, not the dim glow of the room's formation crystals — spilled through with the particular violence that illumination committed against eyes that had been living in twilight. Ithyra didn't flinch. She'd stopped flinching at the light centuries ago. The flinch gave Sharlin satisfaction, and Ithyra had stopped giving Sharlin anything that wasn't extracted by force approximately ten thousand years ago.
