Unlike Jinhai, creatures able to fully manifest into a stream of Myrkul's metacognition, the Mada had to physically walk through the crack in the bulwark. It was tedious and sharp but the celestial stone was something she meant to look at. It took the direct action of the massive overbeing, progenitor, and provider of Myrkul's Vein itself to chip away at the channel once a weakness opened. Other subbeings massed on the leeward end of the bulwark among a ring of obelisks framed by the pale mist that marked the tattered end of the hewn-off demiplane. The impossibly high wall retained the black storm but now freed Jinhai readied to send the Mada to a place Myrkul's wide net considered similar to the machine.
Talinder, the Mada in question a creature of defense but in this case reconnaissance, left metallic clicks with thigh-high bronze and ceramic boots walking across the stone 'floor' stretching to the horizon in all directions. The weak fringes though stable pointed gravity ever inward toward the bulwark. The fortress advanced apace and the Jinhai dutifully built her designs though she had little to say to the banal creatures. Unkempt short brown hair framed her extended ears and the humanoid clad in organized metal rune plates embedded into her skin sighed. Emerald green eyes fix in turn on busy Jinhai.
She smiled at the robed four spark-eyed creature speaking in the long-forgotten tongue of Loross while walking to the center of the obelisks, "Is it ready, Jinhai? I'm eager to see what Humans have done after so long."
"Concordance is underway," the faceless monochrome creature replied, "Now."
Her tuft of wedge ears tilted sharply upward as the obelisks threw her across the plane and as her mouth opened to object Myrkul's intellect turned flesh to light as the shift of physical matter propelled the Mada across the planes. She was glad she cared to bring her pack with an Almanac Attendant. Not to mention food abound. Emerald eyes spied green as her armored pale chocolate and bronze armor body slowly emerged in proximity of land and humankind somewhere in the frontier. That was as little as she was told and not much more than it knew she felt. Myrkul could send reinforcements if needed but that timing was apparently more scant than she thought weaving conduits through the eye of a needle.
The silence of the bulwark was replaced by a world of wind, sound, and the scent of living things. Also, gravity some two meters above ground. A yelp came as she looked backward toward earth then braced for impact.
