This time, Nicasi was better prepared for what was coming. He strode across the tavern toward the stairs, barely waiting for Ozul to release him from the hold of his magic before he plowed forward.
He stumbled, bumping into chairs and tables as he regained his equilibrium, but his eyes never left their target. The Disorder that filled the space grew more turbulent the closer Nicasi got to the stairs until it rumbled like an endless echo of thunder inside him.
The fear that came along with it once again tried to worm its way inside him, but he managed to block it out. He wasn't so sure Wren had been able to do the same.
Ozul waited near the door, closest to the edge of the barrier and farthest from the source of the wrongness, which Nicasi could only assume was somewhere on the second floor judging by the feel of it. With the way Wren had run up the stairs, he could only assume Clio was up there, too.
