Rowan was about to speak when the space beside him trembled, and Sheba frowned as she detected an intrusive presence pushing into her castle's domain.
Rowan smiled and turned to her, "It's okay, let him in, Sheba, he was always meant to be here."
Sheba grimaced as she allowed the presence trying to enter her castle the clearance they needed, and the space inside the meeting hall shuddered as an oval crack opened up a hundred feet above the table, from which a dark shape fell through.
A foot from slamming into the table, the falling shape halted in the air, disregarding the laws of this space. It was covered in darkness that slowly vanished, revealing six beautiful women.
The six women looked around the table, their eyes tracking each of the surrounding people before they focused back on Rowan, and in their eyes, he could see a myriad of emotions, from rage and pain to ultimately appreciation.
