by T.M. Nielsen
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“What do you mean you can’t get in there?” Daemionis asked, looking at the doorway.
Sithias shrugged. “I can’t get through that door. I was told that the three of them disappeared through it, but it never opened.”
“So it’s a portal.”
“I suspect it is, though Trox mentioned that Kyrin cut herself to get through it. Have you seen a portal like that?”
“No. She cut herself, you say?”
“Yes”
“Creteloc”
Creteloc moved past her god and then stood before the door. She pulled out a dagger and cut her palm. When nothing happened, she let a few drops of blood fall onto the door.
“So it’s not the blood of an evil that opens it,” Sithias said, frowning.
“I don’t even feel her in this dimension,” Daemionis said angrily.
“I don’t detect Alric either. They must have shifted.”
“Did she pick anything up?” Daemionis asked Creteloc.
“No, sir. She simply cut her hand, and it looked like she was pulled inside.”
Daemionis turned to Sithias. “You’re after the babies.”
“Of course I am but not enough to go to these lengths.”
“Where is she?!”
Sithias stood his ground. “I don’t have them. If we want them back either you need to go find them in the dimensions, or we have to figure out how to open this door.”