A shimmering tear appeared in the air, a seam of space itself pulled open to reveal another view entirely. The library courtyard was on one side, but on the other, the sandy floor of the Colosseum. I gave a tentative look at Emlica, and when she nodded, stepped through.
There was a slight tingle as the air shifted, charging with mana. Not from the rift itself, but the battle raging beyond. The rift had opened in the mouth of the narrow canyon leading into the arena, but I let out a squeak as I staggered back, startled as a fiery explosion rolled up the wards just a handful of steps away. When the fires died, they revealed Korra and Gayron, locked in battle against Ernyst. The remnant wielded his sword in a relaxed manner, his sword never moving quickly, but always arriving in time to parry a slash from Gayron, or one of Korra's punches.
