"Alden… are you here?"
Caera's soft voice echoed through the desolate realm as Alden looked at his sister.
She looked the same as before. Her white hair clung softly to her forehead and her golden eyes were fixed on the rippling surface as if trying to see beyond it.
But something was different.
She looked nervous… and tired.
It had only been a month or two since they had last met and yet somehow she seemed to have aged more than he had.
Does time flow differently outside?
The thought crossed Alden's mind, lingering for a moment, before he finally answered her call with a question of his own.
"Yes, I am here, Caera… but how are you here?"
From what he knew, there were restrictions that prevented those from other worlds from entering this one.
So how did she come here?
And why does she look like she is in a rush?
"I used bloodline magic to link our consciousness for a while but it won't last long."
"The world of Eryndor… it's moving again."
"It will vanish soon."
