Solomon CorvusThe time hole shimmered. To an untrained eye it was nothing more than heat rising from the sun-scorched desert. Occasionally, desert nomads would wander past the location seeing nothing more than strangers staring into empty space. They wisely chose to put a lot of distance between them. Solomon Corvus was no desert nomad nor was he some stranger who had wandered into the desert. He felt the power of the portal. He saw a portcullis, draped in bluish energy. As he watched, the color of the door became darker than usual and shapes formed in the background. Someone, or something, was ready to step through.
Calypso and Natronix exchanged nervous glances, expecting the worst. They hadn't travelled through the time hole and weren't sure what would come through. Not Calypso. He had
