Torian’s body was solid against the sensation of being turned inside out. The air screamed with the force of the scepter’s elemental power. I heard a distant, high-pitched snap as the Veil shut behind us. The sensation of the plunge was sickening. It felt as if we were falling endlessly through time. Then, with a sudden, jarring thud that stole my breath, we landed.
I opened my eyes to find the light of my desk lamp and the clutter of my office replaced by the silent and immense Drakemoor Vaults. The air was cold, scented with deep stone and powerful, ancient magic.
Torian and Morwyn were immediately on high alert. Torian gently lowered me to the ground. He spun, surveying the room, his eyes scanning for any threat that might’ve followed us through the tear.
“Torian,” Morwyn gasped,
