The mist settled over the chained box and then it was gone.
Not hidden, not cloaked.
Gone.
It was as though reality itself had been edited, the object's existence erased. Even Mei, reaching out with her own consciousness, could no longer sense it. Nor could the others. The space it had occupied felt empty.
A collective breath escaped them, Mei had succeeded. But success never went unnoticed.
At the border wall, a mage who had been seated in quiet meditation suddenly opened her eyes.
Once Opened they were no longer human.
Her pupils stretched and sharpened, irises reshaping into the keen gaze of an eagle. The world before her compressed, distance folding in upon itself as her vision locked onto the approaching carriages and the long caravan behind them.
Without a word, her body lifted from the stone wall, mana gathering beneath her feet before releasing her into the sky. She felt it, a ripple, faint but undeniable.
A fluctuation in mana.
