Sabrael gives a slight shrug, at the question. "Impossible to say. If nothing changed, it might take a century, it might take a year. It's a matter of perceptions, both of the inhabitants, and of the rest of the planes. And a demon lord willingly meeting with an archangel certainly alters perceptions of many. My actual<em>presence</em>had less effect than the meeting, in general. Had I come alone, it likely would have happened, as well."<br/><br/>Nadriina replies that it's close enough, only a three minute delay, which, for a situation like this, where the whole transition was likely to take an hour or longer, would suffice. "I've never seen anything like this. I've heard of similar events, on the smaller scale, small towns and villages, mostly in the Outlands... but<em>multiple</em>segments of planes, moving simultaneously, into the same location? What's happening here will be studied by planar scholars for the rest of history!" Once she gets it, she sends him an updated image, of what the newly revised terrain will look like; a massive island, at the heart of Limbo, a location where the terrain is unlikely to change. The various layers he's collected will actually form an interconnected ring, all but inpregnable from the outside; only three entrances; they're not quite separate layers, but they're not quite entirely coterminous with Limbo, either. The only ways in are planar travel, or four portals, three of which will lead to Limbo, and one which will lead back to the Abyss, to one of his holdings. At the center of this nigh-impregnable ring of fortresses will be the section of Faerie that's breaking away, as well, containing the home of both the male and female kitsune.