I felt the realm crumbling before I even passed over the veil line shielding it from my plane. When Aiolainn created the realm, she used the veil's own magic to turn a pocket of space into her own private playground. I had no idea how, though Cian's soul had been part of the deal, clearly. Now I'd been drach and intimately connected to the veil, it was easier to see how she'd used Cian and his spirit to form a chamber, like a tumor truth be told, bubbling off ...