The space around us folded in on itself with a familiar softness, my laws slipping into place without resistance. Knight didn't even flinch anymore when I did it; he simply adjusted his footing as the world inverted, collapsed, and reassembled. One moment we were standing inside Feradros' guest wing, the next we were high above the fractured island, suspended in the night air.
Below us, the damage from earlier was still visible. Four massive landmasses drifted apart like the remnants of a broken crown, ocean water pouring into the gaps in slow, relentless cascades. The Ferans had already begun stabilizing the edges, but the scar was permanent. A reminder.
I let my perception spread, threading through the entire place. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for.
"There," I said quietly.
Knight followed my gaze. A section of the island still intact, heavily reinforced, perched slightly higher than the rest. Within it, a chamber layered with defensive runes.
