The Teleportation Center described to Damien loomed before him, a grand structure that stood apart from most of the city's architectural designs. Unlike the bustling streets and crowded taverns, this place exuded an aura of strict professionalism and exclusivity.
The entrance was guarded, but not by city soldiers—these men were private enforcers, clad in well-crafted armor and bearing insignias that marked them as belonging to a private faction.
As Damien stepped inside, he was immediately met with a stark contrast to the city's outer chaos.
The interior was pristine, with polished marble floors, chandeliers casting a soft golden glow, and an air of refined wealth that only the elite could afford.
Rows of private booths and teleportation stations lined the expansive hall, their arcane symbols glowing faintly in the dim light.
Unlike public teleportation arrays, which were often overcrowded and slower, this facility catered exclusively to those who could afford its efficiency.
