“Very well,” Zorian said. “The truth is that it has been a while since we last saw each other, brother. It might seem like I’m implausibly capable, but it took me almost six years, instruction from experts most people don’t have
access to, and enough money to finance a small country for a year to get this good. I’m six years older than I should be, but I’m still Zorian.”
“That’s… ridiculous,” Daimen said. But there was a sliver of doubt in his voice. Or was it hope? He probably didn’t want to believe Zorian had been replaced by someone.
“So was our claim that we made a dimensional doorway across continental distances,” pointed out Zach. “And yet we’re here, aren’t we?”
“That’s different,” Daimen protested. “At least that’s theoretically possible. This… I can’t think of a way this could
