Teleportation made the world smaller.
With a single nod, Shane returned to the Red Sun White Tower. His destination coordinates were in the study, and he emerged right beside the desk. Checking the calendar, he saw that the closest double moon of the year was still several dozen days away.
Shane planned to deal with the troll problem that day. Once he had tied up all loose ends, he would visit the southern kingdoms.
There were still several years before the Dark Portal opened, according to his memories, but there was not enough time to live leisurely. So he began working on another metamagic technique: Vector Spellcasting.
The two days in Silvermoon City had not made him rusty. On the contrary, his thinking had broadened considerably, and his progress accelerated.
By the time the seven-day Landing Festival ended and Sylvanas and Vereesa rushed over from Silvermoon City in a fury, the metamagic technique was nearly complete. During his experiments, he had used divinity to grant Ice Lance vector propulsion, sending the spell straight beyond his field of vision.
"Like artillery fire. Have I turned into a gun emplacement too?" Shane joked to himself. In truth, even a turret mage could not accomplish techniques like his. An arcanist's purpose was to explore the world and acquire knowledge, grow stronger through that knowledge, then explore even deeper principles of the world and become stronger still—repeating the cycle in pursuit of the highest truth.
"Shane Dawnblade, before you reach your so-called highest ideal, you had better explain what is going on with Malande!"
Sylvanas spoke up, and Vereesa drew her blade. The sisters worked together to block every route Shane could use to dodge.
The sisters' anger was no illusion. It had almost condensed into something tangible as they prepared to bring their