The winding dirt path leading out of the canyon was paved with the crushed, luminescent stones of an unknown energy material, showing the foundational magic of the First World. The ambient energy here was usually chaotic, but with Mirabella walking point, the energy settled into a docile, subservient rhythm.
"So you guys came here to open the gateway?" Mirabella asked, walking ahead of the group, her golden eyes scanning the horizon where the sky met the physical terrain.
"Yes, Big Sister... That was one of our objectives, the second was to bring Carl back... Anyway, with big Sister here, we don't have to do anything." Grace said, her voice laced with an immense, exhausting relief.
For months, the burden of leadership and the imminent threat of the guild collapse had weighed heavily on her small shoulders, but in the shadow of the Sovereign, she felt like a newly recruited novice again.
