Mira blinked.
Then blinked again.
Her glasses slid a fraction down her nose before she pushed them back up with a trembling finger. Her eyes never left the man in black.
"A… a choice?" Her voice came out thin. "What choice, brave hero?"
The red orbs tilted toward her.
"Stop calling me that," he grunted.
He lifted one hand and flicked his fingers.
"[Warp Gate]."
"Kya!" Sister Mira released a loud, feminine yelp because, to her great horror, the space folded in front of them as soon as the words left the man's mouth.
Air bent inward, dragged toward a vertical oval that forced itself into existence with a low, grinding hum. The surface inside it rippled like dark water held upright, swallowing light instead of reflecting it. Dust skittered across the roof and vanished into the opening.
Mira stumbled back a step.
Alene caught her by the shoulder.
"This…" Alene said, voice tight, "This spell…"
