Evelyn watched as the light emitting from her identification cuff grew brighter and brighter, until the battle between Silas and Diomed vanished from her view.
The familiar feeling of being warped away overtook her and she felt an immediate sense of relief.
'I can tell I am still on Bylur's back and that the others are traveling with us. It will only be a few more moments before we are brought back to safety.' Evelyn thought.
Yet, the instant she let herself relax; disaster struck.
Her and her companion's identification cuffs had taken a great deal of damage from the strain of trying to act as anchors to warp them away through Diomed's magic.
The cuffs already had cracks forming through them, and while they had entered the path that would warp them to the Roost's new location, this last push had been all they could take.
