"Spatial Shift."
The world tightened.
There was no tunnel, no blur of motion. Space recalculated around him, structure folding and settling in the span of a breath. When it released, the scent of trimmed gardens and warm sunlight was gone, replaced by stone, heat, and metal.
Noel stood at the base of a vast inner mountain wall.
Tharvaldur.
He had crossed an entire continent in an instant—what would have taken over a week by sea reduced to a single spell. Even so, he felt the drain in his core, a steady pull rather than a collapse. Long-range transitions still demanded respect.
