In the Twisting Darkness

Vrangaka was there on the pedestal, unmoving. Thirty thousand workers went inside the pocket dimension that lay in it. They left a second later, drawn and aged by about thirty years. Mages were put inside along with dozens of women. Only the women left the dimension, clearly insane.
Zenevas picked up the blade and pressed his head on the cool metal. He heard thundering noises and screeching.