HOPPER POUNDED THE last wooden beam into place across the portal Nicole had entered. The barrier he’d created out of the wood beams and metal bolts he’d scavenged from the dungeon was temporary at best, but it would hold against an assault for at least a few attempts. He shrugged at his makeshift barrier and sighed. It wasn’t his best work, but if this so-called evil wanted to be in this world he doubted it would have ever left.
He turned to scoop up the body of the fallen warrior, and his hand brushed against the door it leaned against. It was warm to the touch. Hopper frowned. He rose and walked to the adjacent door and touched it. He jerked his hand away quickly as sparks flew from the tips of his claws. Magic. This door had a magical barrier, but the other did not.
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