It has been a long and insufferable stretch of time but Illyria has not cared to inspect it. Evaluating time in human increments, she decides, would accomplish little, or nothing. She has occupied herself in contemplating this world's compacted field of effect, and her place in it.
She has decided she does not like it.
She has also concluded, to the infinite frustration and fury of a god kept prisoner, that there is little to be done about it.
When the principality enters, her gaze snaps onto it with a darkened ferocity. "Have you determined a method of traversing worlds further than this one?"
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She has decided she does not like it.
She has also concluded, to the infinite frustration and fury of a god kept prisoner, that there is little to be done about it.
When the principality enters, her gaze snaps onto it with a darkened ferocity. "Have you determined a method of traversing worlds further than this one?"