The trial space dissolved.
The crystalline atrium reformed around us, solid and present, and the arbiter's form shifted, growing brighter and more defined as three objects materialized in the air before us, each one glowing with power.
The first looked like a map, but wrong somehow, showing geography that shifted and moved, marking points that pulsed with red light.
"A map of all active rifts worldwide," the arbiter explained. "Every tear in dimensional fabric, every weak point where Veyrith's nexus is anchored, every location where his plan takes root, all of it marked and tracked in real time."
I stared at the map, at the dozens of pulsing red points scattered across continents I recognized and some I didn't.
"There are so many," I whispered.
