In between moments, Elizabeth found herself elsewhere. She had felt the slightest tug, but had been dragged away without a chance to resist. And Irwyn was not with her. She suppressed the pang of fear, then tore it to pieces when it tried to surface again. Her love deserved nothing less than absolute trust. The best way to help him would be a cool head and quick return. She needed to access what had happened.The rest of their group had been mostly kept close to each other, with perhaps the exception of Waylan, who she would not be able to spot either way. The place they found themselves in was completely nondescript: a cyan cube with flat ground and a lack of distinct features, no bigger than a large room. Others have also been dragged along in similar huddles. Much more numerous than their own, each counting at least a dozen people if not twice that.There were seven Domain mages present, including her cousin. One for each of the groups, except for one, which was seemingly missing theirs. All of them were naturally gathering in a circle, though with large gaps that showed clear suspicion. The groups were also slowly moving behind their leaders. Elizabeth decided to stand aside as an equal instead, dragging Alice along by the arm while Desir followed a step behind. That left Alazat standing completely alone. Definitely awkward for him. Already, he was gathering much attention and judgment. Which was, simply put, good riddance. Elizabeth was going to get the halfwit demoted and disgraced as low as a Domain mage could fall, then at least a few rungs deeper. But it wasn’t the time to focus on vengeance. Their groups needed to speak. There were no awkward introductions. As soon as everyone was gathered, they began discussing their predicament.“We should not assume a lack of impostors,” one woman started. Her clothing was a white and red silk habit, interwoven with motifs of cracked skulls. Inquisition and definitely Domain, though (...)