Skulduggery should really have been expecting that by now. Knowing Gabe was an Archangel, now that he was thoroughly used to the idea, hadn't colored the detective's overall opinion of him - which meant that he occasionally forgot Gabe existed on a level very different from theirs. It didn't help that Gabe had been human at Landel's, either. But of course an Archangel would be able to pick out a small magical symbol within seconds. If this kept up, Skulduggery might become unforgivably lazy.

Like the wards you left on the mountain? Skulduggery was tempted to ask, but he doubted Faceless Ones would be trying to break apart the ground around them here. It would be more than enough to keep Guild away. "Good idea," he nodded as he pressed his thumb against the sigil. "The more, the better. Don't do too much, though. You can always finish when you've gotten some strength back."

Fletcher popped back into existence with Tanith and Valkyrie in tow as Skulduggery stepped back. The tree had, somehow, grown sharper, more defined around its edges.

"This is it?" Valkyrie asked, looking around. "I was kind of picturing a castle. Or a mansion, at least. How does it work?"

"It isn't quite as big as a mansion," Skulduggery contradicted her. "But it is very roomy. And it works like this."

He stepped behind the tree, and disappeared from view. The sharpness of the trunk faded, leaving nothing but the vague idea that physics shouldn't really work like that.