A sudden disturbance rippled through the kingdom of Elydion's veil—less like a breach, more like an entrance. Not a trespasser forcing their way through, but a return.
The guardians watching the Crystal's Eye—an array of floating orbs suspended in a chamber carved from moonstone—felt it immediately. The kind of magical signature that prickled down to the bones.
"It's witch-blood," one of them murmured, eyes wide. "But strong and familiar."
Still, knowing it was a witch didn't ease the unease curling in their chests. What unsettled them further was the fact that none of the Crystals revealed a single image of the one who had crossed.
"They should be visible."
"The person isn't."
"That's not possible—"
"It just happened."
One of them bolted, cloak flaring, heading to alert the palace.
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