The teleportation array was unlike anything Xion had seen before. The walls glistened with veins of luminous red mana crystals.
A single shard of these would have powered a city for years. Here, there were thousands... no, tens of thousands.
It was a treasure trove that could ignite wars.
Inscribed into the stone floor was a gigantic circle crafted from rare northern-forged metal. Even if someone wanted to imitate it, it would be nearly impossible to smuggle this amount out of the border.
The array glowed faintly with a soft, pulsing light. Its rhythm echoed like a heartbeat through the floor beneath their feet.
Ancient symbols older than written language shimmered faintly as they encased the circle inside.
Xion didn't fully understand how it worked, but he could tell. Each rune was a dense reservoir of pure mana.
