The countless eyes on the field of flesh all focused on the Sovereign at the same time, and her cold voice spoke, "What madness is this? You carry a piece of the Firmament?"
Sovereign Caldus did not acknowledge the demon, which I found to be extremely brave, or he might just be insane; at least I know that some of his thought processes were not normal, as no normal person would condemn millions to die just to flush out the enemy.
He continued talking to me in my soul, as if he was determined to teach me, even as the world was going mad around us.
"You can see my grimoire is a dimension," He pointed out. "Mine is not so large, perhaps the size of a small city; I have spent three thousand years furnishing it. Inside, thought does not take time, and a working can be examined, corrected, torn down, and rebuilt, then carried out here and released whole. We call it a Mental Space. Every Sovereign has one. No two are alike." A pause. "You cannot be a true mage without a Mental Space."
