The guard Elf scowled. "Your full name?"
Axel paused for a few seconds and added, "Arlo Arvaros."
The Elf guard added the name to a small book-like artefact in his hand and waved it dismissively.
Following behind Haoran, everyone went inside.
The interior didn't feel majestic, but it felt ancient. Through a special pathway, their group arrived at a massive chamber where a huge rune formation was drawn into the ground.
When Axel tried to analyse it or think about it too deeply, he received a violent mental whiplash, which was strong enough even to make him dizzy.
So he promptly stopped prying.
One bored-looking Elf sat in a chair by the circle and waved his hand, as he had done a million times, and was apparently well beyond bored of the same action.
The instant the bored Elf made the gesture, the Tribe Leader stepped inside the glowing formation, and so did everyone else. Axel walked into it last.
