A wooden door slammed open, and Lara stomped her feet into the teleport area.
“Lannister, the resonance cracks, they’re-” Lara blurted, pointing at the sky—but Lannister didn’t even look up from the elaborate runes and glowing mana-filled diagrams in front of him. He raised his hand, hushing her.
“I know. Are you ready?” Lannister said.
Lara paused her march, checked her pockets and her inventory one last time before replying.
“I’ve been ready since yesterday.” She said, sighing.
“Good. We’re leaving.”
Lannister proceeded with the teleport ritual, stringing together the magic, measuring distances in his mind’s eye, connecting his teleport spell to two of the three warp charge conduits in the mirror reality, which bonded the mirror reality to the real world.
The magic came together. An infinitesimal point of nothingness tore a vertical line into reality. Spinning at unimaginable speeds, chaotic energy bore a hole open, bringing a silvery mirror into existence.