The pool reminded Keriya of Shivnath’s scrying spring, which contained liquefied timemagic. The god could use it at will to see the past, the present, and possibilities of futures unfolding and shifting and dying.
Keriya had been intimidated when she’d first come here, overwhelmed by the grandeur of the palace, the mystique of Allentria and its inhabitants, and the aura of raw power pulsing in the Vale Room. Now, as Empress Aldelphia had warned her, the power in the room had dwindled to almost nothing. Keriya walked to the pool and peered into it. The liquid within was gone, dried up.
She clambered into the basin anyway, standing inside and staring at the domed ceiling. For the first time, she realized it was painted to replicate the night sky. There was Akaerion, the dawn star, and dire
