Entering Arena (2)

"Nothing of this matters. What I do know, wherever he went, he did not go on his own, likely not voluntarily. Wherever he went, or was taken, it was not only for himself, either. Something was left that helps facilitate communication here, over distances and more."

He took a small pouch out of some pocket, then out of that a small sphere, the size of a ping pong ball, that seemed perfectly round on first glance, on the second showed tiny polished. facets shimmering in all colours of the rainbow.

Before Erlang, or, for that matter, the three companions he had brought, who had joined them by now, could ask anything about it some beam of light from somewhere in the roiling colours chaos at their feet seemed to connect to it, a somewhat bigger ball similar to the mass below coalescing before their eyes, close up even more dazzling and disorienting than the vast expanse below.

"What," Xiān started; as if that had been a trigger… something… emanated… from its center.