Sylas barely saw the notification before he was whisked away. When he appeared again, he was assaulted by beaming rays of sunlight reflecting off tall city walls coated in a thick metallic lacquer.
The shine was so blinding that it took several more seconds before Sylas finally adjusted and realized that he wasn't quite standing before a gate, but rather in a special region under it.
A line far longer than Sylas would have expected for a place so difficult to enter extended to near infinity. At the very least, he couldn't see the end of it all.
It was no wonder Tongue'Head hadn't even bothered to bring him here. If he had to enter through normal means, just waiting in the line alone would have used up all his time.
