Alix nods, unbothered. "That's fine. We'll ask someone who knows."
He leads her through the outer courtyard of the teleportation structure—not just a spell array this time, but a towering, enclosed building made of pale gray stone and glass, with spires humming faintly with arcane power. The portal nexus of a capital city. Permanent, reinforced, capable of long-distance jumps.
They step inside. The air is colder, charged. Mages in layered robes move with purpose between glowing crystal terminals, scroll racks, and large standing gates wreathed in silver.
Alix walks up to a counter, where a mage operator is speaking to a soldier in hushed tones. The mage is middle-aged, sharp-featured, his expression tired but alert. As the soldier walks away, Alix steps up.
"I need to reach the Bregion Empire," he says calmly.
The mage pauses, then blinks. "Bregion?" He leans in slightly. "That's not a short hop. No basic portal can cover that kind of distance."
