Jane’s POV
We didn’t pack.
That was the first thing I noticed.
No one folded clothes carefully or arranged belongings like they were preparing for a journey they planned to return from.
Instead, everything was handled quickly and efficiently. Weapons were checked, supplies were divided, and bags were secured with tight and practiced movements.
It didn’t feel like leaving. It felt like war.
I stood near the edge of the camp, watching as one of the witches stepped forward. Her hands glowed faintly as she whispered words I couldn’t understand. The air around us shimmered, almost like heat waves rising from the ground.
Then it settled.
The campaign disappeared. At least from physical eyes. The camp was still there, but it also… wasn’t.
“What did she just do?” I asked quietly, maskin
