The tear made my skin crawl and my stomach turn. My body was yanked toward it as if the medallion wished to show me where it came from. Our realm was not just a stopping point for the Primordials. It was an escape, a refuge where they could hide from what sat behind this realm, what watched and waited. I saw skin of the softest blue, the harshest red, and pale tan. There were antlers and what looked like branches nestled as a crown on another. Four great beings in four great chairs ruled over four realms.
