It would appear nothing of any significance has passed between the dimensions recently.” She tugged at the ends of her black hair for a bit before starting again, her other hand tapping at the map. “However, I have located three points off the grid where I believe the dimensional wall has been breached. I feel as though some great psychic trauma has been inflicted in these places, but I cannot be certain as to what caused it.”

Rachelle’s face was lined with doubt, the creases deep.

“Why not?” I’d never seen her look so uncertain.

“Something interferes with my senses. I feel it pushing back against me, distorting my perception like nothing ever has before. One moment I can feel the Demonarch’s presence seeping through, the next there’s nothing; a void. This is not natural.” She looked at the ceiling, her hand held up drawing invisible symbols in the air. “Though I cannot determine what lurks behind these abnormalities, I can be certain of one thing. There is much power to be found there; a dark, malign power.”

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. “Great.”

She pointed again to the map, her finger lingering at each location in turn. “The occurrences happened in that order, each two days apart. The last occurred sometime today.”

“So you’re thinking they’re connected and might happen again?”

Rachelle nodded as she rose to leave. I stood as well. She gestured to the table. “Seek out these breaches and find out what’s behind them. I’ve informed Katon, so expect his assistance as soon as he is able.” She turned away from me.

She waved her hand and I felt a sudden rush of magical energy coalesce inside the room. I took a step back as a tear began to open in the dimensional wall. Bright colors flooded out of the crack as it widened. Sparks of energy fluttered along the seams until the hole was large enough to accommodate Rachelle. I could see one of the DRAC offices through the shimmering veil of the tear.