I could feel the air shift around me, the faintest hint of cold creeping through the edges of the magical orb Agnos had handed me earlier.
This wasn't just any artifact. The Soulless Orb, a relic I had come to understand only through piecemeal explanations and cryptic warnings, had proven to be far more than a mere trinket.
With a quiet hum, the orb flickered in my palm, a soft pulse of energy emanating from it.
I had barely gotten used to its strange presence when Agnos—looking impossibly calm for someone so involved in these perilous situations—motioned toward the swirling patterns that began to unfold in the air.
The dim glow from the orb intensified, the markings shifting like ink in water. And then, like a dream twisting into reality, a massive doorway opened before us.
"Right on schedule," Agnos said, smirking as he led the way.
I hesitated. "What's this? Where are we going?"
