The two of them took a step through the teleportation gate and, in an instant, found themselves standing before a colossal, open steel gate.
Van Dijk came to an abrupt halt, his eyes narrowing as he took in the immense, eerily pristine sight in front of him.
"Euh…" He stalled, clearly at a loss for words.
It was a city gate, towering fifty meters high, constructed of thick iron-plated steel, its sheer size exuding an almost divine impermeability. Even to someone as powerful as Van Dijk, it looked imposing—a structure built not just to defend but to ensure that whatever lay within would never be breached.
The walls stretched outward beyond their vision, ivory and white, unmarred by time, spotless in a way that shouldn't be possible. Perfect, too perfect, as if untouched by the passage of time.
