Three days later I stood, dressed from head to toe in leathers—the only material for clothing that was commonly available—and with a tremble of anticipation, watched Devourer cast the teleportation spell that will bring me to the mortal realm. There wasn't much to look at—he just stood with the magic book in his hand open on a certain page, and didn't even say anything or wave his hands around, but I couldn't contain my excitement.
It was something I never even hoped for, and when I learnt it was possible, I didn't dare to fully believe… and here it was. I was only sad that I couldn't gloat about this mission to Wendigo—it had to be a secret from the rest of the army, and for all they knew, I went to some other circle with another recruitment task.
Which Wendigo gloated to me for, again.
"The spell will bring you somewhere near your target, but I can't guarantee more precision. You will have to orient yourself on your own. Now, get re—"
