Volde paused for a moment, then spoke again, his tone respectful but cautious. He glanced toward the abyss once more before returning his gaze to Lucas. "There is one thing I must ask," he said carefully. "Transporting small groups is one matter, but moving thousands in succession is another entirely. Spatial techniques are notorious for collapsing under strain. How will your ability handle the sheer scale of this?"
Lucas did not answer immediately. He met Volde's eyes calmly, his expression composed and unreadable, as though the question had been expected long before it was voiced. Around them, the army continued its restless preparations, yet in that moment the noise felt distant.
"You are right to ask," Lucas finally said. "A careless use of spatial power on this scale would tear the pathways apart or leave people stranded between points, and that is something I would never risk."
