A Watchful Eye
The air shimmered, cracked, and surged with power, revealing a warp in time and space. Aentarra stepped through the rift and scoured the area for trouble. Mikkellana and Xanthes were still unaccounted for, and she had not come this far only to let carelessness take her. Xanthes was strong, none would contest that, but Aentarra had no worry about him—strong as he was, he had a weakness for a woman's touch.
Mikkellana was another matter. She was far too clever with shields to be taken lightly; besides, until Aentarra could unravel the mystery of the Sethian Shield, Mikkellana must remain untouched.
The searing heat of the midday sun scorched Aentarra's bare shoulders, and the fiery sands scratched at her feet, yet neither elicited reactions. She Cloaked herself using the Po
