Kaede answered with a nod.
She leaned over the map again, studying the small marker representing Reddholm's estate. She memorized the surrounding ridges, the layout of the outer town, and the position of the keep at the center. She let the details settle.
She reached for her sword and wrapped her hand around the hilt. Then she closed her eyes.
The room's noise faded behind the steady rhythm of her breathing.
Only two people on the continent could tear through dimensions on command: Quinlan and Kaede.
But their methods could not have been more different.
Quinlan needed a place he had already seen. His portals were quick, precise, small, and effortless. He could cast them over and over, a convenience that made generals lose sleep.
Kaede, on the other hand, cut through space itself; her method was much more violent, using less finesse and more brutality.
She did not need to have visited the destination.
She only needed to know where it was.
