The air around them trembled violently.
A black fissure appeared beneath Sylvia's feet, spreading like a cracked mirror. From its seams, thick violet light surged upward pulsing like the heartbeat of the world itself.
In an instant, the three of them vanished from the castle courtyard, leaving behind swirling mist and the faint whispers of undead soldiers bowing in solemn silence.
Space and time warped around them, as if reality itself resisted the idea of letting these three beings move between worlds so easily
A wave of magical pressure swept over them, wrapping their bodies like cold water stealing their breath as if they were sinking into an unseen ocean.
Then, in a single blink….
They arrived.
…..
A dry, heavy wind greeted them.
