In the final, blinding moment before the Inquisitor's self-destructive spell could annihilate the chamber, Naviga acted with a speed born of pure desperation. There was no time for a complex plan, no room for hesitation.
"My lady, Selira, to me, now!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the roaring chaos. She completely ignored the unfolding battle, her focus narrowing to a single, desperate objective. From her storage ring, she pulled a small, flat silver disc. It was cool to the touch and covered in a dizzying array of complex spatial runes that seemed to shift and move if you looked at them for too long. It was a high-level, single-use escape talisman, a treasure of immense value that Minasa had given her for a situation exactly like this—one where there was no other way out.
