A great silver-tiled space appeared.
The tiles rattled as they appeared, setting themselves on the ground with the same grace as dominos dropping to the floor. Each was as large as a small house with deep grooves that could fit a whole infant.
The sky was the same as that which burdened the Empyrean Bosom, or rather, it was the same bland sky.
This new space was rather odd. It was a little like a Majestic Territory's space, or rather, how a Territory interacted with the world around it.
Majestic Territories didn't normally impress themselves over the elements of the world. They simply pushed away everything in the vicinity to make space for their whole. If there had been anything in the way of this new, tiled space, it would have been impolitely grafted away for its own convenience.
