The world lurched.
A twisting sensation coiled through Riven's body, a pull so sudden and absolute that for a brief moment, his mind disconnected from reality. Then, with a rush of displaced air and the scent of damp earth, the teleportation completed.
He and Nyx materialized just beyond the outer gates of the Solis Kingdom.
The landscape around them was familiar—rolling hills blanketed in the dim hues of pre-dawn, the towering stone walls of the capital looming in the distance. The scent of damp stone and freshly cut grass filled the air, mingling with the faint trace of burnt mana left from the teleportation spell.
Nyx adjusted instantly, rolling her neck and stretching. "Smooth landing," she mused, adjusting her cloak. "I half-expected Mal to drop us in the middle of a swamp."
"Don't give him ideas," Riven muttered as he straightened his posture, scanning their surroundings.
