Morvane felt the air shift, his surroundings blurring and spinning until he was suddenly thrust into a small room. It was dim and featureless, with no windows, no doors, and no apparent way out. The walls seemed to pulse faintly with a strange energy, making him feel trapped and disoriented.
He rushed to one of the walls, pressing his hands against it, but it was solid and unyielding. Panic bubbled within him. "What is this place?"
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. Think, Morvane. Think. Maybe he could summon his shadow beast to break through the walls. But how? He briefly considered wounding himself—pain had often been a trigger before. Or perhaps he could absorb one of the gems from his frame for a surge of power.
Just as he reached for the small frame hanging by his side, a voice broke the silence.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
