{"Magic sprints are the driving force of all nature."}
The moment Gerod's voice faded from our minds and the ground trembled beneath the weight of the tide, I moved faster than wind, faster than thought. Tor barely had time to react before I seized his arm and launched us forward, my vampire speed blurring the world around us into streaks of green and mist. Trees whipped past. Rocks blurred beneath my boots. The scent of salt and storm clung to my skin as I surged across Hanka Island toward the one place we could not afford to lose.
The Haven Chamber, Gerod's last sanctuary. We reached the cliffs, and I did not stop. My body moved on instinct, guided by something deeper than sight or memory. The magic called me pulled me through the hidden pass of woven roots and stone. I ducked beneath the arching vines and slid into the narrow crevice between the cliffs, Tor following close behind, breath harsh but steady.
