The scrying mirrors fractured simultaneously.
The image that had been crystal-clear moments before, but Jack's position suddenly turned pitch black.
The obsidian void consumed the entire screen.
One of the junior operators stationed before the largest mirror jerked backward in his chair, his hands hovering over the enchanted controls. He clicked his tongue, searching for a reason why they weren't working.
"The feed is... the feed is gone," he said, his voice cracking with the uncertainty of someone reporting catastrophic failure. "All coordinates displaying the human's position have gone black. I'm attempting to recalibrate the primary array, but the signal is fragmenting at the transmission point."
Queen Morvanna's hand convulsed around her golden goblet.
The liquid that had been suspended midway to her lips erupted outward in a cascade of amber that descended across the emerald silk of her royal robes.
