Two seconds later—We were in the Capital Mage Tower. Cooler air. Taller ceilings. More people pretending not to stare.
I hadn't even taken two steps when a familiar voice chirped behind me.
"Lady Seraphine!"
Hector Sky. Of course. High Mage. Mana nerd. Revolving-door enthusiast. He was already there, robes slightly askew, eyes bright with excitement and exhaustion.
"The carriage is ready," he said quickly. "I'll accompany you to the Agro Territory near the capital. There are questions. Many. About the mana phone network."
I sighed, smiling despite myself. "Of course there are."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "Also, someone tried to replicate the revolving door without proper hearthstone calibration."
I winced. "Is anyone alive?"
"…Technically?"
"Good enough," I said, slipping my sunglasses back on. "Let's go."
