"Unless…" I muttered under my breath, my gaze fixed between the sixth and seventh towers.
"The tower doesn't need space."
I stretched out my hand. A faint ripple of Essence spread from my palm, carrying a deliberate fluctuation of space.
The air trembled, like water disturbed by a stone. My domain responded at once, runes of violet light spun awake and rearranged themselves, forming new shapes to catch anything concealed in the folds of reality.
I waited, focusing.
But the response was clear. Empty.
The runes shifted back into place, their glow pulsing with quiet certainty: there was no hidden pocket, no folded corridor of space, no phantom foundation lurking beyond sight.
The gap between the towers was exactly as it seemed, impossible, but real.
My jaw tightened. If the tower wasn't missing in space, then where had it gone?
"That means…" I muttered, snapping my head upward toward the dark clouds.
