Chapter 184: You're Right, but I Disagree
Like passing through a membrane, Regulus felt his body lighten, the ground vanish beneath him, and gravity reassert itself.
He and Freya tumbled out of the seawater and dropped.
Regulus cast the Flight Spell instantly, stabilizing mid-air, and reached out in the same motion. His arm hooked around Freya's waist, pulling her against his side.
She went rigid. A brief struggle, then stillness. She hung there, stiff as a board, as though her body hadn't decided how to respond.
Regulus didn't notice. His attention was already on their surroundings.
They'd entered a space beneath the seabed, carved out and sealed by magic.
The ceiling stretched impossibly high. They floated in the upper reaches, and above them was nothing. Blackness.
Light existed here, though. Sourceless, soft and even, coming from nowhere and everywhere, illuminating without origin.
Below them lay land. Rock, flat and grey, extending in every direction until it met the edge of sight.