The Lochagoi radiated profound power at THE Intermediate Depth!
Even though their power seemed to be merely Intermediate, their foundations were astonishing enough that they could likely stomp on a Fundamental Depth entity like Gal'Thûrak if they ever met one outside in the Wastes. Their Weight within the domain's limitations was suffocating, the result of Merit accumulated through eons of contribution and victory.
They all stood or sat in circular formation on flat seats of polished stone. Their eyes were set on two entities floating at the very center of the clearing.
And that clearing...
It looked like an infinite sea of blue-gold swirling plasma!
Dense Logos swam through it like fish through water. Philologies formed and dissolved in patterns that spoke of potential waiting to be shaped. The very air thrummed with The First Tongue's authority, creating an environment where debates could manifest visually for all to observe.
