Chapter 19: Ancient Artifices
Lancelot’s P.O.V:
The call came just as I was about to head out to work. A mental ‘knock’ asking for permission to enter my mind. Since we were dimensions apart, it was the only way of communication. So I locked the door, sat down on my bed, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the fine fabric that was the link to the other mind. It didn’t take long to reach the other end.
“Lance?”
I opened my eyes to the darkness of the void. The darkness was everywhere, spread in every direction, but that didn’t bother me. The darkness wasn’t claustrophobic as was known to be predominant in Shadowland, the incomplete direction that had never had a chance to form because the makers had died halfway through making it. The most important fact was that the inhabitants in thi
