The portal flares once more, a ripple of light bursting outward before collapsing in on itself like a dying breath. And just like that, the carriage is gone. No grand procession. No royal guard.
Just Alix, Gander, and Ruva stepping through the veil of magic—emerging into silence.
The air is damp.
Cold stone surrounds them.
They're back in the hidden treasury chamber beneath the Ordeya Kingdom.
The light here is dim, fed only by faintly glowing veins of mana running along the walls—ancient circuits from a time even the oldest tomes forgot. Dust clings to the air like a warning. The space smells of rusted metal, oil, and stone that's never seen sun.
Ruva clutches Alix's cloak tightly, glancing around. "It's so dark in here."
Alix then uses a short-range teleportation item.
They emerge at the outskirts of the Ordeya Kingdom, concealed in the deep forest shadow. Moonlight filters between the tall, ancient trees, and the cool night air brushes past them.
