The air was thick.
Swirling. Glowing, maybe?
Was it working?
I blinked through the fog, heart pounding like I was about to win the lottery—or get hit by a train.
But then…
A maid stepped through the smoke, holding a tray of something steaming. A soup.
“Sir, madam,” she said calmly, bowing her head.
Not a portal.
Not...