'The arrival area has also become a problem.'
Elua crouched at the edge of the coordinates, studying the way essence had been pooling and eddying in visible-to-spirit-sense distortions. Her latest advancement had almost brought disaster to the bubble space of a realm, but the Spatial anchors she placed to 'solidify' the boundaries now created ever more unintended interactions with the teleportation discharge point. She'd already spent time on fixing the Gateway area's sigilry itself, so that she maintained the helpful feeling of being able to go 'any time' she wanted.
