Last night he’d wondered at the coincidence of seraphim and Mesarthim both coming here, thousands of years apart—right here and nowhere else on Zeru. Now he understood: It wasn’t a coincidence. If indeed there were worlds, and seraphim had cut doorways, what was to stop... anyone from using them? He tipped back his head, looked up at the citadel, and asked, “What if there’s a cut? Right. Up. There.”
