I stared at the magical ward analysis Luna had helped me piece together, hardly believing what we'd discovered. After days of her guiding my understanding of the magical construct, we'd finally found it—a critical flaw in the ward's construction that could be exploited.
'The anchor points aren't perfectly synchronized,' Luna explained in my mind, her knowledge of ancient magical theory proving invaluable. 'There's a brief moment during the ward's renewal cycle where the binding weakens. If you can time a disruption correctly...'
'How long do we have?' I asked.
'Approximately thirty-seven seconds when the ward cycles. More than enough time to get the little one past the boundary—assuming you can handle the magical requirements.'
The ward that had seemed impenetrable just days ago now had a clear vulnerability. But exploiting it would require precise magical timing and a level of power manipulation I wasn't entirely confident I possessed.
