Ophelia did not wait for confirmation from Ryan, nor did she even look for a gesture of approval on his face before acting.
With a fluid motion filled with natural arrogance, she activated the dark teleportation stone she held between her fingers.
The light of the magic contained within the stone flared suddenly, enveloping the space between them with a violet radiance that threatened to swallow them whole.
Ryan felt the vibration of space attempting to fold around him, but his body did not react the way she expected.
Almost at the very same instant the portal gained strength, a faint sound, similar to glass shattering under immense pressure, echoed throughout the chamber.
The teleportation stone in Ophelia's hand exploded into a thousand pieces, turning into useless dust that slipped through her fingers.
"I'm sorry, but that sort of thing doesn't work on me."
Ryan said with a calmness that bordered on indifference once the room regained its usual stillness.
