Nyx narrowed her eyes and gave a suspicious look. "So, who exactly am I supposed to be letting in?" she asked.
"Tell Lyra," Zen breathed heavily, gripping the edge of the obsidian table. "Tell her it is time to pay the toll."
Nyx nodded, fading perfectly into the shadows without another word.
Zen turned his attention back to Maya. She was exhausted, practically falling asleep into her teacup. He gently took the cup from her hands.
With a soft pulse of his mana against her temple, he guided her into a deep, dreamless sleep. He laid her down on a small cot in the corner of the tent and pulled a heavy blanket over her.
She needed to be completely out of the way for this.
A moment later, the tent flap opened.
Lyra stepped inside, her star-woven cloak drifting silently behind her.
Without wasting any time, she immediately raised her hand and cast a shimmering purple gravity ward that locked the tent down from the inside.
