But then… where?
I lifted my gaze toward the sky and pushed my perception upward. Past the clouds. Past the hot winds. Past the distorted air currents. And then, finally, I found it.
A pocket space.
Just like the one in the Bloodreaver ancestor's chamber, but hidden even better. This one moved slowly across the sky like a drifting crack in reality, carrying a teleportation circle inside it.
"Nice plan," I muttered. A moving entry point. Harder to detect. Harder to target. Perfect for dropping a phantom directly onto the city.
Once I locked onto its location, I flashed forward and arrived outside the guest quarters. I stopped in front of North's room and knocked lightly.
"It's me," I said, opening the door.
North was sprawled on the bed face-down, limbs dangling off the edge like a tired cat.
"I'm so tired," she groaned. "I think I got space sickness."
I chuckled and sat beside her on the bed. "Why don't you sleep? We have work tomorrow."
