"I wouldn't dare," she said, her voice a soft, melodic whisper that carried an undertone of trepidation. Her right hand pressed firmly against her chest in a gesture of compliance, signaling both her allegiance and her fear of the consequences of defiance.
She turned sharply, her staff scraping against the stone floor as she spun. Raising it high, she began to chant in an ancient, lilting language. A shimmering portal materialized in the air before her, its surface rippling like liquid silver. A gust of wind swirled through the room, carrying with it the faint scent of ozone and wildflowers. Lucian, his imposing figure outlined by the portal's glow, stepped forward without hesitation, his dark cloak billowing behind him. Zeriel couldn't afford to miss the opportunity,he quickly followed behind into the portal. Unfortunately he found himself in an unfamiliar place away from Lucian.