"Where the heck are Leari and the others?" The Sekhmet blurted out in surprise.
"Either dead or back home. Just like you." Tezka extended his open hand before closing it into a fist and giving it a small twist.
The cracks in space surrounded the newcomers, trapping them inside a dimensional fissure that closed shut and squashed them like bugs.
"Uncle Tezka, this is really cool, but if we get home late Mom will worry." Frey said while pulling at the Fylgja's fur to get his attention.
"Damn, you are right. Time to wrap things up." At a flick of Tezka's fingers, the cracks seeped inside the dimensional doors, keeping them from closing and reaching the other side.
"He found us! Quick, cast the Restoration spell and move the Golden Griffon, we can't let our position be exposed!" Thrud ordered and Hystar complied.
