The golden light swallowed them before either of them could scream.
Rin felt Eryndor's fingers locked around his own. That was the only thing he could trust. The darkness twisted around them, carrying fragments of the vanished corridor like leaves caught in a storm. Pieces of white stone floated past. A broken door spun overhead. Somewhere in the distance, a child was crying.
Then the falling stopped.
Rin struck his knees against a cold surface and stumbled forward, dragging Eryndor down with him.
"Ow."
Eryndor groaned beside him.
Rin immediately turned. "Are you hurt?"
"Only in places I would prefer not to discuss."
"Can you move?"
"Yes."
"Then complain while standing up."
Eryndor shot him a look but accepted his offered hand. Together, they rose.
