Chapter Twenty
Etoile led Regal toward an unmonitored corner of the store and pulled out a fountain pen from his breast pocket. He tapped the end, and black ink immediately flowed to the top, defying gravity as it beaded at the point. Pressing the tip against the wall, he drew a thick line in a circle large enough for a man to fit through. Once he completed the drawing, he stepped back and placed the pen back into his pocket. The white wall inside the ink drawing began to darken and swirl until it was a solid mass of darkness.
Regal stood up and walked over to the portal, looking into it for a moment before grinning a little at Etoile. “Still using the fountain pen... you know, I figured you would have upgraded your methods of transportation to something more technologically advanced by
