Yet here it was.
And here was this goblin mage, unfazed.
The portal pulsed softly, beckoning.
Whoever awaited him on the other side, Rattan knew they were no ordinary figure. A deep breath steadied his nerves, though his heart was racing.
Without another word, Rattan stepped into the portal.
The goblin mage followed, and the portal sealed behind them like a door slamming shut on everything Rattan had ever known.
In the quiet stillness of his grand study, Archmage Kroza stood before a floating crystal, its surface shimmering with arcane energy. With a sigh, he extended his hand and sent out a silent call.
Moments later, the image of Vellok—stern-faced and robed in deep crimson—flickered into existence before him.
"I call to inform you," Kroza began, his voice calm but heavy with intent, "that the one in the palace has taken an interest in another goblin student—one who walks the path of magitech."
