“Maleficent! Maleficent!”
The scratchy voice of the horned being, Levi, echoed desperately through the swirling darkness of the portal. He sprinted, his heavy boots slamming against the pulsating obsidian ground beneath him, chasing after the streak of shadow that was Maleficent. His ragged breath steamed in the strange air of the in-between realm.
But unlike her, he had no wings. Since this place belonged to another Halfling, Levi couldn’t summon his Basilisk, the monstrous creature that usually served as his mount. The rules here bent against him. The laws of domain ownership were absolute—he was powerless to conjure anything of his own.
“What an i***t,” Merlin muttered under his breath, glancing over his shoulder at Levi with an exasperated smirk.
Unlike the horned brute, Merlin gli
