A few days had passed since the grand assembly of Alaric's harem in the Deep Earth Oasis. The subterranean city had settled into a new rhythm, its citizens completely oblivious to the dark reality of their Queen's absolute submission. Alaric, having established his forward operating base, stood in the private courtyard of the Royal Palace, his ruby eyes fixed on the high-grade Teleportation Formation he had constructed. The arrays hummed with the subterranean Fire Qi of the oasis, interwoven flawlessly with his Void Magic.
He had sent a concise, absolute summons through his Phone Artifact. It was time for the final piece of his current logistical puzzle to fall into place.
The spatial portal flared, the fiery orange energy swirling violently before stabilizing into a ring of deep, icy blue light. The temperature in the courtyard plummeted by several degrees as a figure stepped through the gateway, bringing the crisp, biting air of the Northern Prefecture with her.
