"I can open the portal for you, Aestrea," Horae spoke lightly.
She traced a finger along the intricate runes carved into the frame with a thoughtful expression, clearly lost in thought.
"But unfortunately, not right now. The gateway to Arcadia is bound by ancient rules set by the Creator himself. It only becomes fully accessible during a full moon, when both the white and black moons of this realm align perfectly in the sky. That alignment amplifies the flow of time and magic, weakening the seals just enough for passage."
She turned to face Aestrea, her torn gown still hanging loosely on her body, though the worst of her wounds had already healed.
