Violet walked through the portal. At first it was dark. But then Ezelreth snapped her fingers and ghostly transparent light appeared and moved in fluid patterns short distances, before disappearing and reappearing behind the everyone, just to repeat the same process.
Ezelreth moved them all forward, walking on nothing, just empty space. The moving light leading them through the dark.
This part, Violet was glad she didn't look away and watched the screen. It was simple, yet perfect.
"The blood got us the light, you see, amplified blood magic wasn't a bad idea? Look how pretty the little lights are." He pointed at it sounding condescending.
She wasn't going to let him spoil this moment for her.
She was walking through a weyline. The oldest form of travel, reserved for ancients and people of the old world. She couldn't believe it; this was a once and a lifetime opportunity.
Ezelreth peeped the smile on her face. And he didn't hate it.
