"Hm… this is getting tiring, Ronan. Why are those young ones wasting so much time?" one of the Gravor elders said, his voice annoyed as he adjusted his monocle while looking at the screen of a device strapped to his wrist.
They stood in front of the teleportation vortex that was still spinning inward, its edge lined by tendrils of rotating darkness, forming a lightless depth.
In front of the spinning vortex were multitudes of people, some of them riding large winged beasts, the beating of their wings kicking up a storm of wind from the ground. There were a few massive airships floating in the sky too, casting large shadows on the ground.
A few of the people were meditating, while others were looking at the vortex with grim and somber expressions.
They were Knights and Elders from the Noble Houses that had sent their Candidates into the Ancient Ruins to find opportunities.
