The next moment, cold sea air struck his face. The smell of salt replaced the crisp scent of mountain forests and the distant cries of seabirds echoed overhead as though welcoming them to the seaside.
The teleportation platform stood inside another fortified chamber, considerably smaller than the estate's but no less impressive.
Outside, heavy footsteps echoed continuously and orders were shouted.
Metal clanged as weapons met,this was the sound of an active military fortress.
The commander waiting nearby immediately bowed.
"My Lord."
His father stepped forward, his expression becoming serious.
"Rise."
The commander obeyed. The middle-aged High Elf wore heavy armor etched with countless scratches from years of battle.
One glance told Atheline that this was a man who spent far more time fighting than sitting behind a desk.
His father gestured toward him.
"You remember him."
The commander's expression brightened as familiarity filled his eyes from just a single glance.
