"Hmm..."
"hhhhhh..."
"oohhhhhh..."
Raven, Thalia, and Emberlyn stared at the rough sketch Aether had drawn. The image depicted a flat surface supported by numerous thrusters and then they looked at the thing before them a towering stone slab entwined with ancient, gnarled roots. The slab appeared to be rotating slowly, its movement almost hypnotic.
Trrrrrr!
Aether had brought them to this site to understand the situation.
"You see," Aether began, gesturing toward the massive rotating slab, "according to the Dora—ahem Sovereign, I mean—this thing here is connected to the Mother Root. She believes it's pulling the other empires toward each other because they're all linked by these roots."
Raven's face paled as she absorbed his words. "So... if we don't do something, it's only a matter of time before all the empires collide?"
