The magic circle pulsed beneath our feet, glowing with threads of light as the Tower Master finished the incantation. I swallowed, the familiar hum of teleportation magic making the air around us buzz faintly.
"We shall go now," the Tower Master said simply, his voice calm as ever—as if we weren't about to be hurled halfway across the continent like a handful of dice.
I nodded, tightening my arms instinctively around Nyx, who blinked up at me, his tail twitching slightly. Beside me, Lyria gave me one last small smile, the edges of her figure shimmering faintly in the magic's glow.
The light flared—and in a heartbeat, the world twisted and pulled.
The next moment, the scent of lavender and parchment filled my nose. Soft, familiar linens beneath my feet.
We were back.