The transition was jarring.
One moment, the desperate flight through demon-haunted wilds, the oppressive fear, the gnawing exhaustion.
The next, stepping through a shimmering curtain into… peace.
Clean air, untouched landscapes, a palpable sense of security radiating from the very ground beneath their feet. The demonic presence that had been a constant shadow for days vanished utterly, repelled by the invisible, potent barrier that now sealed them safely inside.
Queen Margaret took a deep, shuddering breath, the first truly relaxed one in what felt like an eternity. Beside her, Josephine sagged slightly, relief momentarily overwhelming her composure. Archmage Priscilla remained vigilant, her senses sweeping the serene surroundings, but even she couldn't deny the profound shift in atmosphere.
