OmniTotem #2222

Atop a mountain clearing whisps of nothing flittered apart as a hole opened in the fabric of reality. A strange woman, with hair like silver fire, stepped out, watching the tear suture itself close. It was a site she never grew tired of. She held out her open right hand. It was clad in a rough mechanical gauntlet. The shards swarmed towards the glove, drawn to it almost magnetically, and settled in her palm. Gently she placed them inside a thick leather pouch. It had taken another decade of refining to turn the enormous portal facilitator into something portable, but she had already seen it was possible. Now she had moved on to other mysteries. In an old text in the Library of Abrihm, she ha...View all