Mother, May I
The trees, the soil, the elemental buzz of the earth—it grounds me.
Jamal rolls down the windows so they can hear if anything goes wrong—not that they need to, but it’s easier.
I focus. My third eye flares to life, and the layered wards shimmer before me, like glowing script carved into air. I grab the first thread and start unraveling.
These are Nora’s wards, which means one wrong move = boom. They’re designed to punish intruders, not just alert us. So I go slow, careful, methodical.
Three layers: one at the road, one deeper in, and one at the cave entrance.
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