This time, the image is not as cloudy as the events being witnessed have all taken place here in Creation. What you see is Mnemon striding purposefully along a smooth stone path, flanked by literally hundreds of demons; most of the First Circle, but there are two Second Circle demons at her shoulders, all moving along with Mnemon. The stone path that she is walking along is one that is familiar to any Sidereal that spends any time focused on the events of the Realm. This path leads up to the entrance to the Heptagram, the Realm's school of Sorcery and Magic.Tien took a pensive stance, hand to his chin. "Well, can't say that was unexpected. Let's dial back our view a little bit. Charles, can you withdraw resonance with Ayesha's thread and draw upon Mnemon's? I'd like to see what intelligence made it's way to Kejak. I can only assume something's off about little Scarlet's return."
The chosen of battles tapped a fingertip to the polished hearthstone, instilling it with essence anew and now bearing intent to see the past rather than the present. Whether it be the moment Mnemon had her revelations, or the moments in which they passed from one agent to the next, Tien pressed onward to glean what he could of current events and the ultimate cause for today's disturbances.