She kept each fissure open for barely a second before moving the exit point forward to another dimly lit area. The distortion in space didn't last long enough to be noticed and it was so small that it blended with the shadows.
'You are almost as amazing as Quylla.' Morok said in amazement as Friya drew a map of the mines with water magic without ever taking her eyes off Scope. 'You are saving us hours of crawling between corridors and pointless scouting.'
Nalrond tried to look into the dimensional fissure by standing behind her shoulders, but the swift changes in perspective made him nauseous after a few seconds.
'Anyone can use Scope, but only a dimensional mage can identify a set of spatial coordinates so quickly without- Sweet mother of all gods!' Her banter was cut short by a scene that looked out of a fairy tale.
