“Hurry,” Myghal urges his friends as the portal snaps open. “Keeping it open will be easier than casting it again, but even with augmentation, we don’t have much energy left.” Saoirse, Rhys, and Bergljot waste no time in passing through the portal. Myghal follows hesitantly behind them, hoping that doing so will not somehow ruin the portal. To his relief, it remains intact; however, the sight that greets them upon passing through is far less comforting. “No,” Saoirse whispers, darting towards Seamus, Aeowyn, and Kyrie. Aeowyn, upon seeing Saoirse, just shakes her head tearfully. A moment later, Aeowyn is crying against Saoirse’s shoulder while Seamus cradles Kyrie’s lifeless form to his chest, sobbing uncontrollably. “We’re too late,” Elowen mumbles. “We did…everything we could…and sti

