The corridor stretched on longer than it should have.
Every few steps, I caught movement from the corner of my eye, books shifting on shelves, shadows pooling in places that should have been lit, the faint impression of something watching from the gaps between volumes. But whenever I turned to look directly, nothing was there.
Just books and dust.
Even now, the illusion magic hasn't stopped.
The thought alone made me shudder. Just imagining the formula he had to solve to create something like this was enough to make me lightheaded.
Trish walked beside me, her hand still loosely intertwined with mine. She hadn't let go since we'd left the throne room, and I hadn't tried to pull away. The warmth of her fingers was grounding in a place that seemed designed to make you doubt your own senses.
"How far do you think this goes?" she asked.
"No idea."
