18. Xoster
AngereFer stumbled from the portal, gulping for air, half-drowned from the torrents of water. The light was blinding, making it impossible for her to see what was around her. The ground she lay sprawled upon was white, but miraculously dry. She was miraculously dry, despite the deluge of the waterfall.
She pushed herself to her feet. She squinted, trying to make sense of where she was, steeling herself for attack from the soldiers of Genera following her through the portal, or from the undain of the White City lying in wait.
For a moment nothing happened. The only movement was from a flock of distant birds, black shapes swirling against the milky white sky. She stood alone in the middle of an enormous square, lined on all sides by towering buildings and elaborately-decorated
