Voralith looked at her, Scathach… "Ah… seriously, nobody ever comes to get me in this mess."
Then, like a roar, she screamed to the heavens of the spirit world.
"KAZESS, YOU SHITTY KING, COME HERE. YOUR PRISON ISN'T A PRISON IF SOMEONE CAN FIND YOU!"
Less than three seconds passed… The tear expanded into a perfect circle, a portal whose edge seemed made of impossible symbols that constantly rewrote themselves. The absolute light of that place wavered for a second as if something external had imposed authority.
And then he appeared.
Kazess crossed the portal as if entering an ordinary room, slightly adjusting the dark cloak that fell over his shoulders. He didn't have Voralith's overwhelming presence… but there was something ancient about him, something firm, something that couldn't be ignored.
He looked around… Then sighed… Long… Tired. "You need to stop acting like a queen." Her voice was deep, controlled, carrying an almost rehearsed boredom. "You're clearly a prisoner."
