I wasn’t intimately acquainted with these legends, but stories of them had filtered from the Outworlders to human communities. There were entire encyclopedias on the internet that detailed the legendary cultivators and divine cohorts of the various Outworlder groups. I turned in a circle, my head craned to see all the figures fashioned from stained glass.

The dome’s apex had to be at least a hundred feet high. That was much, much higher than the mansion had appeared from the outside. I nodded to myself. There was no doubt that the mansion employed some kind of dimensional magic. Well that was certainly impressive. I might not have been in awe at the self-lighting candelabras, but this was something worthy of my admiration.

Dimensional magic was the stuff of legends. It was the same type of magic that had opened the original portal to Earth, the same portal the Eosorians had ventured out from. Even the Outworlders didn’t know exactly how dimensional magic worked. It was like how Earthers spoke of ancient druidic magic—no one actually knew much about the details, and few claimed to have actually seen it.

I peered over my shoulder and saw that Astrid and Belinda were both behind me. In my wonder at this magical building, I’d almost forgotten about them.

“This wasn’t what I expected,” I said.

“That’s precisely what the research team said when they first discovered the mansion, back in California six months ago,” Belinda said.

“California?” I asked. “Then how the hell did it end up here? Can it travel?”

“Say ’she’, not ’it,” Belinda corrected me. “Kyrine can travel, but she does so infrequently. Kyrine has slowly weakened over time.”

“She may have weakened, but she’s never weak,” Astrid clarified hurriedly.

“So, she started out in California,” I said, looking around the elaborately decorated foyer. “Perhaps that explains her taste for extravagant design?”

“The inside of the mansion is the reflection of Kyrine’s mind,” Belinda said. “Those things she held most dear from our homeworld.”

“Or whatever we could convince her to build for us,” Astrid said brightly. “If she’s in the right mood, she’ll definitely do requests. Wait until you see my room. I have a massive bubble bath, a stripper pole, and a wardrobe bigger than you’ve ever seen.”

I did a double take. “A stripper pole?”

Astrid nodded, and slapped her thigh. “Great for strength work. There’s a good gym, but I like to be able to do my pole workouts in my room.”

“Sounds like fun.” I laughed. “But wait a minute—you two actually live here?”

Astrid nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. We’ve been resident here for about three months. It’s not so bad.”

“I don’t know much about dungeons,” I said, shaking my head, “but this doesn’t really seem like one. It’s more like an Eosorn museum.”