Lancet boarded a train.
Rosenblum was a city that was exceptionally different from State X, and exceptionally far away. The only way he could get there fast enough apart from kidnapping a Portal Mage was to use a train.
The long vehicle was black and huge. It had metal ribs in the color of shiny obsidian which curved over the long body of the train, framing narrow windows of reinforced glass.
At the front, a pointed steel nose carried a glowing crest beneath a row of vents that breathed pale vapor onto the platform. Nothing about it looked delicate, but it moved almost without sound when Lancet boarded with the other passengers.
His ticket was checked at the entrance before he was directed farther inside.
The passenger cabin was much warmer than the exterior suggested. High-backed seats lined both sides of a wide aisle, their dark leather broken by small brass tables and crystal panels built into the walls.
