Helodion leaned over the parapet and gazed over to the city of Kyrarae in the distance.
“So you went off on another one of your expeditions,” High Mage Bayat said with a frown. He closed the tome on his desk and rose to place it back on his shelf. He let his fingers glide over the spines of the many books he held in his private library.
Shahzadi Rouya danced on her heels, letting herself glide over the patio as she spun the scythe above her head and brought it down in a swift motion. The blade silently cut through flesh and came out the other side. She held her stance and breath, readying herself to continue with a follow-up chain of motions. Her opponent gave in first and separated down the center where she’d cut a clean line. The melon fell to the sides and dropped from the stand, spilling its innards across the patio.
Ardeshir found himself in the tomb once more. He quickly glanced around to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. Ervin stood by the chest, still gleefully running his hands through the gold. Apparently, the realmwalker hadn’t noticed his departure. Ardeshir raised the opaque glass to his lightstone and rubbed his thumb over the smooth surface.
Ardeshir plummeted through the sky. An icy wind slapped against his face and stirred his eyes open. The ground became larger as the gap swiftly dwindled. Fear surged inside of him and sent his heart racing as he glanced around in search of Ervin. The blasted mage was nowhere in sight, and Ardeshir quickly assumed he backed out at the last moment and would let him fall to his death.