Void whispered the incantation he'd mastered, hands moving with measured precision as he opened a shimmering portal, one that would carry them straight to Mount Narhild, a place steeped in shadows and mystery.
While the sorcerer worked, Reiner stood a few steps behind, eyes fixed on the man's layered robes and the thick clothing that shielded his frame.
Truthfully, there was no one he could blame for Etien's current state. Not even Void's decision to avoid Narhild. Anyone was entitled to their choice. All it had taken was telling Reiner which plant could save Etien's life, that alone would have been enough for him to make the journey himself.
That had been his plan after negotiating with Void, a bargain he half‑expected the sorcerer to break. But then Glen Lancaster had appeared, his very presence pressing down on Void like an unspoken order. A command, absolute and inescapable. It left Void cornered, unable to refuse, unable to ignore it.
