What it sounds like to Alanna is the great working cast centuries ago to lock all of the immortals in the Divine Realms. It would have snatched up every immortal it could find and flung them all through the newly created barrier into their new prison. Only now, they were the prisoners, and this strange looking city the prison. She nods, trusting Daine in the general sense. This all has to make sense somehow.

"We're talking in dreams, now? But this rift, this New York place, they exist in the waking world? I've never felt so awake in a dream before." And yet her ember stone is cool, none of the usual warning of danger.