[Warp Gate] opened in the middle of the ruined hall, a churning disc of violet light that filled the arch where the main doors had been.
The subjugated dwarves were tossed in, delivered straight to Arch Priestess Velara's doorstep.
Then it closed and a new one opened, for his girls this time.
The next target awaited them. Ayame was the last through. Her crystal blue eyes found his for a beat before she stepped into the light.
The portal closed behind her.
Quinlan turned and let the wind take him.
He shot out of the fortress, and then he was in the sky again, angling deeper into the Alliance's interior. Forest gave way to farmland, and farmland to quarry roads cut into rolling hills.
Quinlan understood. Ayame hated every word of that speech.
He remembered the shaking fists and red-rimmed eyes. The voice forcing itself back into formation every time it tried to break.
