The teleportation array ripped them through space with a sound like tearing silk.
Kael's feet hit cobblestone. His gravity sense flared outward instinctively—mapping streets, structures, people. The disorientation lasted half a second. He'd done this enough times to adapt.
Thornwick City weather was raining and the group was always wet.
Narrow streets lined with aging brick buildings, gas lamps flickering despite the afternoon gloom, puddles reflecting a sky the color of old bruises. Civilians moved in tight clusters—heads down, steps quick, not stopping to talk or browse the market stalls that should have been bustling at this hour.
It seemed like a dead city to anyone just entering the city now.
