The urgency in Fyren's voice made me pause, and I took a few deep breaths. When the fog cleared, I replayed his question in my mind, answering it slowly.
"I haven't been in a demon gate since Brithlite, before Soltair…" I took a shaky breath. "I've been in Haven a lot, though. It's changed a lot, from the mere concept of a realm to its current state, so it's kind of like different gates."
He studied me intently, eyes searching mine. I looked down, unable to hold his gaze.
"I…I never felt like this," I whispered.
Fyren let out a sigh, relaxing his grip. "You really are attributed, aren't you?" he muttered. "Damn it. This is going to be rough."
He turned and walked toward the glowing lava tube that served as the entrance cavern's exit.
"W-wait," I said, scurrying after him. "What do you mean? Is it because of my aura?"
He turned, waiting for me to catch up.
