The moment the T-Card tore in two, the opulent walls of Halveth's guest room warped and folded inward. There was no sensation of movement, only a sudden, suffocating shift in air pressure. In the blink of an eye, the bright midday sun of Jaar was violently replaced by the absolute, oppressive shadows of a familiar, cavernous stone hall.
In the center of the gloom sat a towering, obsidian throne.
"With things escalating in Jaar, I expected for you to return," a deep, resonating voice echoed from the throne. The figure seated upon it was completely shrouded in a heavy, shifting cloak, obscuring everything but the sheer, crushing weight of his presence. "But not this soon."
Cresty let out a long, weary sigh, the adrenaline of the past few days finally catching up to her. "I have no choice. So many things are happening."
"Sit," the Eye commanded.
