361 Pocket Rift

~Reality Relay Station; Pocket dimension between Mirror Reality 34 and Real World~

The old mage stationed at the tower had not slept. His flowing beard was a twisted mess, which he had nervously filled with as he paced around the room.

He had sent a high-priority message orb to the mirror reality, but he doubt it reached it target.

The three windows on the tower, the bridges between worlds, were unstable and flickering in and out of existence. Taking some precautions, he had burned his notes, his papers and every other document. The new window appearing was becoming more tangible; its edges and frame had manifested into physical objects, while the one to the mirror reality was fading and even disappeared for a few fractions of each second that passed.

But the old mage could do nothing. He had only one warp charge to power the tower, and its swirling energies were slowing and failing.