Brennan's first clean portal was, statistically, overdue. He'd been a mage for years. The odds demanded that eventually, just once, everything would go right.
He raised both hands, blue light pooling in his palms.
"Their wards have gotten exponentially better overnight," he commented, fingers tracing invisible architecture in the air, reading a blueprint only he could see. "Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing and had the reserves to do it twice for good measure."
"Can you get through?" Nicholas asked, the gold still fading in and out under his skin.
"Through? No," Brennan replied. "The port harbor sits outside the primary perimeter. I can land us there."
Damon: 'Outside the perimeter' is his way of saying he found a loophole.
Nicholas: I gathered that.
"Do it," Nicholas said aloud.
"Consider it done, Alpha."
Brennan planted his feet, squared his shoulders, and channeled everything he had.
