Eryx
The path through the forest led to places that shouldn’t have existed—clearings where moonlight fell despite the midday sun, streams that flowed uphill, and trees whose roots formed doorways into spaces larger than their trunks could contain. Eryx followed Moira through landscapes that his hybrid senses told him were both completely real and utterly impossible.
“The old ways,” Moira explained as they walked along a trail that seemed to rebuild itself with each step. “Magic that predates the separation between supernatural races, from a time when cooperation was survival and division meant death.”
They emerged into a valley hidden so deep within folded space that Eryx’s enhanced perceptions couldn’t determine its relationship to normal geography. Ancient stone buildings rose from th
