The teleportation portals of the Raizen network were not gentle. They were brutal, efficient conduits of spatial magic that wrenched a traveler from one location and slammed them into another with disorienting force. For Elysia, it was a familiar, if unpleasant, sensation. In a matter of hours, she had traversed the vast distance from the frozen, monster-scarred north to the warm, opulent heart of the Raizen Duchy in Constel. She emerged from the central portal chamber of the main estate, her dark red armor still carrying the faint, ozone-tinged chill of the battlefield.
She did not pause to admire the familiar, intimidating grandeur of her home—the vaulted ceilings, the banners bearing the Raizen sigil, the guards who snapped to attention as she passed. Her stride was purposeful, her golden eyes fixed on a single destination: her father's war room.
