Kaelira stepped through the Warp Gate and back into chaos.
The sounds of Whisperfield hit her immediately. Steel on steel. Screams echoing off the ice dome overhead. The distant crack of fire from somewhere in the eastern quarter, where the soul army was pressing the garrison back block by block.
She found herself in an alleyway off the main road, and before her eyes stood Quinlan.
He was leaning against a stone wall with his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Mana shimmered faintly around him, the telltale haze of rapid regeneration.
His arm, once ruined, was repaired good enough to be usable as soon as Seraphiel stepped through the gate. The first order of business for the healer elf was to ensure her beloved no longer suffered.
He felt Kaelira's approach. One eye opened.
Then the grin spread.
