The silence after Lysandra’s escape was deafening, broken only by the frantic clicks and whines of the abandoned brass temporal device. The hole in the northern wall, where Lysandra’s volatile magic had broken through, was large and unstable.
“She’s gone!” Lady Elara shouted. Her dampening magic snapped back into her, and she looked visibly drained. “She used that device to blast a hole for her escape, and she compromised the Shadowkeep’s stability in the process.”
“Impossible,” Faelar countered. “The Shadowkeep is leagues from here.”
“She’s right,” I interrupted, approaching the device on the table. The device was ugly, a mess of crude, brass gears and violently pulsing quartz crystals. I could feel it drawing heavily on the air’s ambient magic. “She didn’t try to free Valerius direct
