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It came out of nowhere.
Felix was flying through the shattered skies, enjoying the sights of the many portals, taking the occasional selfie. Then the threads of energy formed between the portals. Felix almost flew straight into one. That kind of thing never happened. And the threads multiplied and filled the air until one...
...Felix now is somewhere else entirely no idea how he got here. While flying through the wilderness the pain starts and eventually culminates with a blood-covered pebble coming out of his mouth. Which was only supposed to happen if Felix was somewhere else so far that the magic that allows his immortality couldn't reach and the only possible place like this would be another universe entirely.
An hour, he gives himself that much time and uses it, but by then Felix decides that crying isn't useful anymore no matter how much he wants to.
Instead Felix searches for civilization, since he is going to stay in this world for the foreseeable future.
"Reasonable. I am only considering it because I find it unlikely that even their magic is stronger than the magic of my immortality, so I should be too far away from them," he sighs, "technology is better at brute force destruction anyway."
He looks down.
"Do you have any other questions?" He says in the tones of someone that dearly wants to go away and be by himself.
"Okay... I already explained how to get in my dimension if you need me."
Felix leaves. He basically only had time to create a single room, a large living room, but still a single room before rescuing Gren. There is not even a bathroom in this little bit of pocket dimension that is apparently going to be Felix's temporary home.
Well, without anything better to do than useless crying, Felix naps on the couch, expanding his dimension further, giving himself a proper home. He also expands the dimension towards the sky and then towards the place where he left his pebble-slash-future-fountain. Then a portal is briefly created to allow the pebble to float upwards and into the safety of the pocket dimension. Felix will create a safe place to house it later.
Then he spends the rest of the time creating various pieces of technology and engineering books, until someone wakes him up.
About six hous. Some of the Unusual Resources Division have arrived and want to retrieve books and other things. He can go back to sleep after, if he wants, or not. Whichever he prefers. They'll be a day or two making plans for everything they want anyway, though 'everything' is a good start.
Felix is not inclined to outright hand to them some of the strongest weapons (Felix does not mention terms like "nuclear" to describe them), but he is willing to use them against the Neuroi directly if he can. It would be nice knowing more about the Neuroi capabilities first. Otherwise, Felix is quite willing to hand them a lot of magically created resources, at minimum things like various aircraft and better weaponry than they have developed.
Some laptop computers are created with the explicit purpose to show the URD various videos of what technology Felix can give them.
They have a dozen books entirely devoted to a thorough analysis of Neuroi.
...They're probably aliens, given what the UDF knows about them. And they're probably holding back for some reason. Anything that can do weather manipulation to create a fifteen hundred mile wide hurricane is using enough energy to make nukes look like firecrackers.
Felix will read these books, thank you.
And Felix is impressed (the correct term is terrified) with the hurricane of doom, but not impressed enough to hand out nukes like they are firecrackers. But he might hand out nukes like they are very necessary weapons of war, after thinking about it enough to satisfy his consciousness.
By the way, how is Gren doing?
Gren forced herself back to sleep, made a portal out, and has been going in and out of her dimension with her friend Scatter and a bunch of random objects. Apparently she can pull subtly changed and potentially magical copies of anything out of the mirrors, and it's even somewhat aimable. She now has a dozen tree branches in different materials including a softly glowing sticky thing she dubbed 'cloudfluff', each shaped more broomlike than the last, a glove whose outside is covered in live-looking thorns, a stained-glass sandwich, and other such things.
"Good morning, Felix. I can go away again if you want but I'm actually really excited about dreamshaping."
"Ooooh, that is very cool," Felix says about the possibly-magical objects, "And dreamshaping is extremely exciting. Have you checked the Neuroi-animals? Like, can you make friendly versions with dreamshaping?"
"I think it's - emotional. I can't not have a fear reaction looking at one. My hands twitch and my heart pounds and I want to fight- I think if I could be calm and steady in the face of one of them, I could do that, but no go for now."
"Almost the same mental action as copying magic! Except with a twist, no other word for it, and I can only do it by touching something to the mirror and then it ripples crazily while I try to pull the copy out and shatters if I screw it up. The mirrors come back and the glass goes away after a few minutes, which is convenient. I can make more mirrors, added a floor to the... Place... But I can't make a specific kind of mirror. Can you give me advice or is it too idiosyncratic?"
"It is very idiosyncratic, yes. Many dreamshapers have some luck trying to... fit whatever they are trying to do in a narrative sense. Like, I think of my dimension as a place that belongs to a insanely rich egocentric person and that lets me conjure a lot of things. Not sure how much of this interacts with your own magic, though, does the same mirrors produce the same kinds of results?"
"Yeah. Overgrown-with-plants mirror made the thorn glove. Glowy white mirror made the cloudfluff... Hm, I'll have to think about it."
"And how the properties mesh? Do they add up or find a middle ground? Can you copy the mirrors themselves? Maybe we can get cumulative magical effects that way."
"Mental framing I think. It has to be appropriate, but I can twist and aim, sort of. I think I could've turned the glove into a bonsai, too. I can't copy the mirrors themselves."
"Not yet. It's tricky and it's only been a few hours and I still have other duties."
"Oh, right. I might help you patrol at some point. Only you can use the mirrors? Or that wasn't tested yet?"
"The thorns on the glove are actually alive, they'll regenerate unless completely destroyed. I can do glass that reflects more light than actually hits it in all directions. Made a metal that the Unusual Resources guys are cooing over."
"Oooh, we have a way to turn light into electricity where we are from. What is so interesting about the metal?"
"Can't say I know much either. Mostly what I know about heat involves why not set things on fire." Then he hastily adds. "Not that I have a problem with setting things on fire. Is just something you learn when you have pyrokinesis."