"Something happened in Twin Bridges Town."
There was something peculiar in the voice of the Death Lord, and Lancelot stood under the long-unseen sunlight but felt as if he were in an ice cellar. He reached into his collar and pulled out the necklace he was wearing, the pendant at the end was the amulet with the Twin Bridges Town emblem—once activated, the magic on the amulet would instantly transport him back to Tijana's side, his lover's side.
But at this moment, Lancelot clearly sensed that the amulet had changed. The original amulet had a kind of solid magical bond, but now that bond was as fragile as a spider's silk, gently drifting in the invisible ethereal wind, like seaweed in water.
"Lancelot, what's wrong?"
