It crashes through world after world, tracing the threads of a single soul, twisting it up into itself and accelerating like a growing snowball. 

Until--finally--it crashes. 

It doesn't, exactly, have a spatial location within the universes it passes through. It isn't that kind of phenomenon. But it links to specific concepts, and so while there isn't exactly any coordinate that it definitely occupies, coordinates closely linked with its central concept are places where it sort-of is. Generally it isn't in any one dimension long enough for this to matter, but when it finally stops--

Something happens to Areelu's laboratory. She--can't actually identify what; it's not like anything she's ever experienced before. Not that she's never been disoriented before, but this is--still different--

She takes notes, on what she can observe of it; she has the Concentration for that. Once it's over, she checks everything she can think of, to see if she can divine anything about what that was, or in case it let in any hostiles, or had any effects of its own--

The pieces of Seshka's soul are missing. 

Areelu does not handle this well. 

She looks for them, of course. In the entirety of her demiplane, first. There are test subjects who suffer, because she is unhappy. 

She tries scrying them. It isn't the first thing she tries, by some margin, but it's something she would give more than one attempt, before giving into despair. 

And there--

She smacks into the pavement. 

It wouldn't quite be accurate to say she falls onto the street; she didn't have a prior location above the street to fall onto it from. But she is, very suddenly, there, horizontally oriented on the ground, a ground which is made up of stones that are not sufficiently even and well-fitted that none of them poke her in any locations. 

Oof. 

Well, no point in just laying there. She rolls over, levering herself into a sitting position and looking around. 

"Are you alright?"

"What a good question." She speaks Hallit with a Sarkorian accent, if anybody happens to be able to recognize that. "Where are we?"

"In Kenabres, just off the main square."

"Kenabres...that's in Mendev, right?"

"Yes! And today, there's a festival." 

"A festival, huh? That's neat." 

"It is! Do you want to come see?"

"That sounds lovely." And maybe gives her more time to figure out...herself. 

"It's this way!" 

The square where the festival is occurring is lovely, draped in all kinds of banners, with musicians playing jaunty dancing music. There's free drinks, and dummies and targets to show off punching skills and marksmanship, and all kinds of other festival panoply. 

Oh, good! Dancing is excellent. She doesn't really feel like punching or throwing darts at stuff, and alcohol has got to be a bad idea with her head already as muddled as it is, but: dancing good. 

Ember hadn't really wanted to go to the festival by herself, but dancing is fun. She dances strangely, though. 

This approximately doesn't register to Lucy. Whee! Dancing is fun! Caring if other people give you weird looks is for suckers! 

--Huh, is it just her or is that kind of a lot of bugs around. 

You know what else it's a lot of? Demons! Teleporting into the square!

--Oh, fuck, that's bad. Why are demons invading a random Mendevian city. How are demons invading a random Mendevian city. Okay, first priority has got to be finding safe places to put civilians; even if her purification powers work on demons as well as could possibly be hoped, there are too many of them--

"BEHOLD, CRUSADER GODS, BEHOLD, iOMEDAE, YOU POOR IMPOSTER. YOUR CITY WILL FALL TO ME. YOUR FOLLOWERS WILL FEED MY HUNGER."

FUCK THAT IS FUCKING DESKARI WHY IS FUCKING DESKARI HERE WHAT THE FUCK HAS SHE LANDED ON. 

(Also, what does he mean, crusader gods???)

"Deskari, Lord of Locusts! Leave. My. City!"

That is a silver dragon--is that an ancient silver dragon--what in fact the fuck has she landed on--

That was a silver dragon. With one swing of Deskari's scythe, its head goes flying, and it is now an ex-silver dragon.