"Syryn was able to force it close," Magnus told the anti mage who threw the head he was holding at the gate. It spun in the air and landed in the open palm of a small hand that disappeared into the gate with its prize.
"Oh. So you're telling me that Syryn opened one of these things?" Sebastian asked the fire mage.
"I don't know," came the slippery response that Magnus was known for. "He closed it. That's all I can confirm."
"Lucien, can you force it to close?" Artemus shouted to the redhead in the air. Nurhia's statue had been reduced to pieces by him and now he was just staring at the gate and trying to sort his memories. He had seen such a large gate before but where? Syryn's gate hadn't been so large. The memories of another gate teased him like a dream he had forgotten. Maybe it was Red's memories.
