Lucien spent the next stretch of days obsessing over the teleportation array.
Ever since he and Seraphine had stepped through that impossible mechanism in the hidden chamber, the thing had lodged itself in his mind like a challenge he had no intention of losing.
He wanted that kind of transfer.
Not the crude kind that shoved a traveler through unstable corridors and demanded they pretend dizziness was a fair price for speed.
He wanted elegance and the seamlessness of it.
And if he could reproduce even part of it properly, the implications for Lootwell were enormous.
Repair stations for the communication network would no longer need to remain vulnerable little outposts dependent on long-route transport. Future hidden branches across the world could be reinforced instantly.
