Michael stood at the edge of the Celestial Valley, his gaze sweeping over the lush landscape one last time. He held the portable portal device in his hand, ready to activate it. The device was compact, yet intricate – a marvel of magical engineering that would transport him directly to Goldspire.
Ayag, perched on his shoulder, looked around with a hint of longing.
"Shouldn't we explore the valley a bit more before leaving?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Michael shook his head, his expression resolute.
"Time is of the essence, Ayag. We need to forge a weapon with the centipede's collarbone, and we have to get into the gala before it starts in three days. Every moment counts now."
He pressed a button on the portal device, and it hummed to life, emitting a soft glow. A swirling vortex of light began to form in front of him, the gateway to Goldspire materializing out of thin air.
