I was taken to a large hall within the inner sections of the capital, a place clearly meant for spatial constructs. Several teleportation circles already existed there, carved into the floor, each one layered with complex runic patterns.
The air carried a faint distortion, evidence of constant use and stable connections. I stood at the center of an empty section and took a moment to assess the layout.
I wasn't going to connect this directly to Abor.
That would defeat the entire purpose of keeping our core hidden.
Instead, I chose one of our relay bases, the one closest to Abor. It was secure, and more importantly, expendable if needed. From there, access could be managed without exposing anything critical.
I raised my hand and began working.
This wasn't a simple teleportation circle. It was a fixed gate. A controlled entry point.
