Rex held Davina's hand firmly, his fingers still intertwined with hers, and turned to look at Vadyn who was waiting by the portal. And then his gaze shifted to High Lord Rashal, the man who stood before the portal with a straight posture and an unreadable expression.
But there was something in his eyes—gladness, maybe.
It was vague, so Rex didn't think much about it.
Once ready, the four of them stepped through the portal together.
Soon, their world twisted and folded before light devoured everything, and then it unfolded again into a familiar spacious hall. Rex had expected pettiness. Given High Lord Ursa's nature, vindictive and also spiteful, he had assumed they would be deposited at the furthest edge of the pocket dimension—forced to walk the long, humiliating path to the centerpiece of the pocket dimension—High Lord Ursa's abode.
A pompous and overblown structure.
It was the kind of petty power play High Lord Ursa would do.
