A crimson portal suddenly opened inside the underground chamber beneath the Leonora palace.
The distorted space rippled between rows of floating artifacts, stacks of scattered papers, and countless glowing runes that covered nearly every available surface. The chamber had become less of a workplace and more of a battlefield against time itself. In the blink of an eye Velrion had moved his works here.
Sheets of calculations floated in the air through Magic while diagrams continuously shifted and rewrote themselves as new solutions emerged.
Several communication crystals glowed softly from recent use, and half-finished equations covered enormous boards positioned around the room.
Erend stepped through the portal and immediately spotted Velrion.
The Archmage stood near the center of the chamber surrounded by dozens of floating documents. His eyes moved rapidly between calculations while his hands adjusted Magical formulas suspended before him.
