Skirmish

Fixing the position of the gun hanging on a special wrap from my neck, I looked at Ayda. With a single nod of her head, we stormed forward.

At first, nothing happened. 

With our magical signatures long embedded into the barrier, we could go in and out as we wished. In fact, it was hard to even notice the moment of crossing. With how gentle it was, I could barely feel the thin presence of magic as it washed over us. 

This was the difference between the magic developed on earth and the one existing for millennials in this world. While there was no denying that Sander's approach with stones was bearing great effects already, it still had some sort of crude feel to it. The magic that Huskarl set up with Ayda's help around the place, felt way more natural.

As if it was aligned with the fundamental laws of the world. Sadly, I had no means or brains to analyze the reason behind it. And most importantly, I had no time to think about it right now.