To Reign in Hell

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Lord Faun was heading into a remote part of the castle she had never stepped foot in. She made sure to keep a long distance away as they reached a particularly eerie part of the Casadez. The hallways were deserted here, and lights did nothing to dispel the dark aura of the place. Lord Faun ambled along as if he was walking through a field of daisies, but Kashara couldn't suppress a shudder once in a while, when she thought she heard something, or felt something.

They turned a corridor, and suddenly, Kashara felt claustrophobic. The walls of this alleyway were extreme close, and she couldn't even raise her arms without hitting them. The walls began to get progressively closer, the more they proceeded into the passage and she noticed Lord Faun's shoulders began to brush against the walls slightly. Just when it seemed like this was going to be a vain journey, they reached a flowing glass door.

It was in the middle of the hallway, covering the entire wall. It gleamed strangely black and shimmered unlike other doors. As Lord Faun walked through it, the door seemed to start to harden, and froze altogether once he entered it. Kashara swore and made her way to the door. It was almost opaque now, and she couldn't really see anything.

She could make out some kind of divisions in the dark room inside, partitions or something, and shadowy figures moving around vaguely. As she focused more, she realised the place reminded her of a grimy dark dungeon. It struck her then that the partitions looked a lot like cells. She pressed her face again against the door, trying to make out as much as possible.

She could hear vaguely, voices talking. A low voice, the very tone of it threatening and dangerous and a weak voice. She wondered if one of them was Lord Faun. Before she could concentrate on what she was hearing, she heard something that chilled her to the bone.

Somebody was walking down the hallway. She could hear the stomping of their feet from far away. With such a narrow hallway that offered to space to hide, it was only a matter of time before they quite literally bumped into her. She maybe cloaked invisible but even invisibility could not guarantee safety from discovery when someone walks into your face literally and knows something is there.

She could try dyiporting but she suspected she didn't have enough magic for that. Nevertheless, she tried it frantically, as the footsteps grew closer still. 'thud. thud. thud.' The thumping of the footfalls were echoed by the anxious palpitations of her heart as she gathered her magic. She had to let the magic build up momentum, and when she let it lose, it would seep through her carrying her with it into non-matter.

The Goshalt theory of Dyiporting suggested that actually dyiporting was not a transportation spell but rather a highly advanced level invisibility spell that erased all presence of the caster - even matter. When in non-matter, it is natural ( as natural as a state of non being can be) that the consciousness tended to drift along with the currents of Lae forces, and it this tendency that is exploited by mages to travel to a certain location. A greater ability and will power is required to anchor the consciousness to the same spot, till one wished to appear. This was where the difficulty of the spell came from according to Goshalt. This was all speculation of course, and such a theory was never properly proved.

Of course Kashara had read all this in the Institution, but she had never given it much thought, partly because she had a previous indifference to magical theory and also because her attention had been captivated by more important events; namely being kidnapped to another planet. Now it so happened that the particular spot Kashara was the entrance of the prison, and like all prisons, the Demitytan one had barricades to prevent breach and escape. Being a very ancient magical castle, one of these protections was a very strong Lae concentration around the prison that prevented a crossing of the barrier from either side.

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