Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Seven
Without a word, Crow opened his palm. A swirling vortex shimmered into existence—his personal pocket dimension, vast enough to hold armies, cities, even titans.
"Rest," he said simply.
Valeria, Liana, Sylvanna, and Ardyn were gently enveloped by golden light. They vanished one by one, safely transported to the sanctum where time flowed slower and comfort was absolute.
Thalgrun, the Primordial Dwarven blacksmith, gave a small grunt of approval. "Smart. Keeps them safe, keeps you focused."
Crow nodded, eyes already scanning the horizon.
There were still two more Primordial Dwarves to find.