They traveled the ley lines.
Not on them — through them. The fae moved through the harmonic network the way wolves moved through forest — instinctively, effortlessly, their geometric markings resonating with the underground rivers of power and translating that resonance into movement. Not teleportation. Something more graceful. The fae stepped into the ley line current and the current carried them — pulled them north along the ancient channels the way a river pulls a leaf, the travelers becoming part of the network rather than traversing it, their bodies dissolving into harmonic frequency and reconstituting at each major node along the route.
For the fae, it was as natural as walking.
For everyone else, it was deeply unsettling.
"I am going to be sick," Levi announced, materializing at
