A moment later, Slate slips past the round portal. My younger brother is a tall and sinewy with a long face and shoulder-length white hair. As a master of second sight sentient, Slate wears a deep indigo jacket with a high collar and straight cut. Not for the first time, my brothers remind me of a cowboy and preacher from Umbra’s Wild West days.
Or maybe it’s Earth’s Wild West days. So hard to tell. My family guards and gardens the omniverse, meaning that we encourage certain lines of parallel universes to expand while others die out. Over the millennia, it gets easy to mix up what comes from where, if that makes sense.
With Slate through the drift void, the portal spirals into smaller circles. Within seconds, the connection has completely disappeared.
Justice grins. His symmetrical smi
