them hidden from eyes in Uhmlaba. To confirm her suspicion, Tsiora split her mind, forcing a piece of her consciousness to remain in the mists while the other part looked out at Uhmlaba with her real eyes. It was disorienting, and negotiating the time difference between the two realms always felt like it threatened her hold on sanity. “I see you, shaman,” she said in the mists, raising her hand, drawing power from the Goddess, and blasting them with expulsion.
