The carriage had stopped in a secure location outside Ravenmoor's outer territories, settled into a valley between volcanic ridges where the formation-based concealment would hold without being questioned, and Azrail stood in the main chamber watching the interior space expand.
The formation work was complex but not difficult—he'd done it before when bringing larger groups through. The carriage's internal dimensions stretched, the walls pushing outward without changing the external appearance, creating additional seating areas and private spaces that would accommodate his entire family without crowding.
'Because bringing ten people into a demon empire for mental trials is exactly the kind of normal thing families do together,' he thought with dry humour.
