A soft chill swept through the air, an astral breeze in the skies of Haven. It carried with it the scent of must and decay, causing me to wrinkle my nose in disgust. Having sensitive senses had its downsides, after all.
The gate had placed me somewhere far from any of the islands I recognized, likely out on the far edge of the realm. There were a few forgotten islands beyond me, but everything past them was a dark haze, with only a few distorted twinkling stars shining through. Haven continued to call out to me in the distance, a constant tug on my ears and soul, a quiet plea for help in the darkness.
