Beyond the holographic displays, the physical architecture of Afan's transportation center revealed another stark upgrade.
Back on Delwias Island and Emperium, transit facilities were bottlenecked by a single, massive gateway chamber.
Mages were forced to wait in tedious, highly regulated queues, one by one under strict surveillance.
Here in Afan, the facility was engineered for high-volume efficiency. A sweeping, semi-circular gallery held up to ten separate transportation chambers, all operating simultaneously.
Ten massive spatial rings hummed in a synchronized chord.
Eijar rested her chin on Ciel's shoulder while waiting for his praise.
Ciel remained dead silent, his lips pressed into a thin, pale line as Eijar coiled tighter around him.
But as she settled her weight onto him fully, his small frame buckled slightly under her bulk.
She wasn't the lightweight, tiny creature she had once been; her scales had grown dense, heavy, and saturated with raw energy.
