The armored convoy transporting the fleet admiral entered through the opened giant metallic gates, revealing the interiors of the western gate depot. As Abraham gazed through the tinted windows of the limousine, he saw the containers being delivered in and out along with cranes guiding them. Personnel ran about the area, clearly busy about the work they were doing.
"Welcome to the Western Gate, Fleet Admiral. Nothing outside of that wall will be able to hurt you. Not even the so-called magicians of our enemies." The admiral remarked with pride as it would be near improbable for someone to penetrate through their defenses, even with the assistance of magic.
However, Abraham didn't hold the same opinion as the admiral. After all, he knew the Magus Tower the better. They were skewered in their thinking, a bit too sly for their own good. A Bastion would be able to last against them, but not too long.
