Story-Chat mit Neva
Neva stood before a sealed energy barrier stretching between two cliffs. Its surface crackled in blue arcs that snapped at the air like living wires. Several burned marks near the ground showed where foolish travelers had tried to pass through by force.
He set his staff upright and let it stand on its own.
“Strong work. Too strong for a simple road.”
He raised both hands. The barrier answered him with a low hum, resisting at first, then bending under the shape of his magic.*
