"Sol," Ikaris shifted in her seat between his legs, staring out into the void before them with a confused and convoluted frown. "Something is amiss," She turned to him.
"Giza," He answered solemnly, taking her cheek in his left hand and pointing to the nearest star with his right, guiding her eyes. "I saw it before you sensed it, a shift in the dark matter holding everything together."
"Are you certain it is her?" She asked, watching the light coming from the star momentarily shift and flicker as if a thick invisible wave had crashed into it.
"Giza primarily exists within the fifth dimension between this reality and an inverse plane of pitch black, tampering with dark matter falls right under her list of easily achievable skills." He answered with a small chuckle, even Ikaris was somewhat unfamiliar with such power as skilled as she was.
