“Okay,” she said. “I need to find these ‘parties unknown’, and put a stop to their activities. Fine. But where are they? Didn’t you say Sokolov thought the artifacts were taken to Morley? Do we know where in Morley?”
“I did hope you would be able to tell me that, young lady.” Dribner pointed at the rift. “I have increased the power flow, allowing my
instruments to probe deeper into the rift. The rifts are connected to each other, and you are connected to the Void, thus I had theorized that you would be able to sense the connections, and possibly locate the source of the interference.”
Billie turned to the rift. Immediately, the Sliver began to burn. She clenched her fists by her side. She almost asked the old man what she had to do, but—
She knew. It was as Dribner said—as she was part of the Void, so the Void was part of her. And the rift was where the Void and the world intersected.
Just like a Void hollow.
Billie took a deep breath, and then another, puffing out her cheeks. She focused, letting the view of the world through her human eye fade, until she was just using the power of the Sliver. A moment later, her vision spun into a blue haze, the rift dancing in front of her in brilliant flashing yellow.
But the center of the rift itself was clear. It was distorted, as if she was looking through smoked glass, but there was something there.
It was a city, she realized, although it was too indistinct to be recognizable. Most of the buildings looked like ruined shells, except for one, a tall tower capped by a spherical roof, standing on a hill. Above it was another structure, a dark, curved object, far too large to be any kind of manmade structure.
“Can you see anything?” came Dribner’s voice from a thousand miles away.
Billie concentrated. Already the vision through the rift-hollow was fading. Then the world snapped back into normal colors and the Sliver pinged in her skull, sending a pulse of white-hot pain coursing across the top of her head and down her spine. Billie staggered back against the console.
The old man turned the power back down, and the humming in the room faded, although Billie’s head was ringing like a bell. Dribner peered at her.
“Well?”
Billie looked up, her head beginning to clear. “I’m not sure. I saw what looked like a city.”
“Yes?”
“A city in ruins.”
“Oh.”
“There was a tower, with a round top.”
“Ah!”
Billie stood up from the console and rolled her neck, wincing as it clicked painfully. “You know where that is?”
Dribner clapped his hands. “Indeed I do, young lady. I believe you saw Alba! That tower will be the Royal Observatory. A unique building in the Isles.”
Billie forced herself to look back at the rift. It hung there, suspended between the instruments. There was nothing to see in its rippling blue light, but Billie was also pleased to note that the Sliver wasn’t getting as hot as it had been. Maybe she could control it, use it, as Dribner said, now she knew for sure that the rifts and the hollows were very similar phenomena.

- Dishonored: The Veiled Terror Chapter 8