Light folded back into itself.
Quinlan felt solid ground welcome him beneath his boots. The familiar pressure of the primordial realm settled around him, dense and stable. He straightened and took in his surroundings.
Almost nothing had changed.
The same primordials stood about where they had been before. It told him more clearly than any clock could that almost no time had passed. Minutes, perhaps.
That said, four absences broke the pattern.
His two mothers were gone. So were the two drows.
It did not take long to locate them.
Vaelor's voice reached him first, echoing through the open expanse with raw irritation. "Enough, crazy wenches! I told you to stop-"
The words cut off in a sharp sound as Kiryssa lunged.
