Aira's feet hit the cold, moss-covered ground with a muted thud as the magic faded from around her. Her form materialized first in a flash of pale blue light, and she staggered forward, biting back a curse as the nausea from the teleportation spell subsided.
"Every time," she grumbled, shaking her head to clear the dizziness.
She looked at the still pulsing array. The worn stone pillars covered in runes were cracked, and mist curled around them, half obscuring their sight. It must be that lunatic's personal array.
From the terrain, they must have travelled East, a whole two months' worth of walking across the desert skipped.
She frowned at the thought. Most arrays were tied to locations that fed off the earth and people's energies. To create and sustain one in an isolated space said a lot about the caster.
