The silver veil shimmered in the air like the shifting boundary of a dream.
Percy's head flicked from the woman coming through the veil and Thalos, but he wasn't the only one seeing her.
The woman had ghostly white hair and glowing blue eyes under her thin veil. She raised her hand.
The dark cavern suddenly contracted, all the colors of the world and the fabric of reality stretching and pulling towards her.
Without even a single chant, Thalos was drawn towards her and landed right beside Percy. He blinked twice, utterly confused before attacking. His katana drew a crimson line through the air where the woman had been standing.
But she was gone, Lethel with her, reappearing behind them. Percy felt her position shift through the tower and sensed a dissonance.
"Light spiritmancer," he murmured, turning to her.
The woman nodded behind the veil, an elegant gesture he couldn't help but appreciate.
"I am Phoebe, retainer to Lord Sion. I have come to retrieve Lethel."
