Kain kept his gaze fixed on the obsidian dagger as a familiar beam of light encircled him and transported him to a new location.
Kain didn't fully examine his surroundings immediately; his senses were focused on the sole presence transported with him—and the dagger in his hand…wondering if he should use it.
The weight was perfect—balanced for killing…
From the corner of his eye, tracking her movements, Soreia Eyeris tilted the matching sheath, its shiny exterior catching the light. Her white eyes gleamed like frosted steel.
Soreia stepped forward first. Without looking at Kain, she passed him, and with her in front Kain finally took the time to look around.
They were in a cave of sorts.
The air smelled of wet stone and iron.
