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They said all currents led to Yves, but today, all roads seemed to lead to the mines. Upon realizing where the wires had led her, Fellwing instinctively looked to the skies in search of Garrock. Was he still on his way? Had he already entered? Used another entrance perhaps? The threads here looked undisturbed, their purpose of keeping anyone from passing through successful.
She could only hope they were meant to keep something from getting in — not from getting out. Moons, what if there truly were giant spiders in the mines?!
Fellwing dared a step closer, looking over to where she'd seen the ghosts of dragons past, casting their magic.
"Apologies, but I must enter," she whispered to them, knowing well they were too far in time and place to hear. Head bowed in reverence, the Seer turned to the overgrown magic, and once again called to the Moons.