The tesseract expanded before the gathered parties, its geometric edges folding through one another as the distorted space opened wider. A figure stepped through without hesitation, her dark and fiery dress trailing ever-burning flames that licked through the air as though the strange geometry itself had become her entrance.
Layla had arrived.
The reactions across the plain were immediate. Several parties that had been preparing around the black vortex abruptly stopped what they were doing, conversations dying in the middle of sentences as adventurers turned toward the newcomer. Even those who had never met her recognized the unmistakable distortion she used to travel through space.
"Is that her?"
"Layla..."
"She actually came?"
