Marsha stared as the fabric of reality, the barrier that separated this world from others, slowly tore apart. A hole had suddenly appeared after dozens of beacons of tainted eldritch magic flared up all over the city. The same power radiated from Cora. Was each one of them someone who like Cora had accepted the power of whatever was behind this?
What was clear to her senses was that they were being used as conduits for the magic that burned within them like the sun and was being directed to create the... gate. Next to her Cora blazed with corrupted power like a living generator but Marsha couldn’t stop staring silently as the gate slowly, so slowly, grew in size.
Cora and the others were being used to maintain the gate and enlarge it. Their magic was being directed, channeled, by somet
