The silence that followed was strange—not uncomfortable, but dense, as if the air itself were waiting for the next move in a divine game.
Seris sighed.
With an almost imperceptible gesture of her free hand—the one not holding Alice's—she drew a spiral in the air. Golden lines appeared, tracing circular runes that slowly spun before opening into a translucent portal, where space seemed liquid, rippling like the surface of an enchanted lake. On the other side, a vast hall could be glimpsed, adorned with floating mirrors, flying books, and lights suspended in the air like trapped stars.
"Let's go," said Seris, her voice calm but firm. "Much needs to be discussed... about the little girl."
The world around them seemed to hold its breath once more.
