Creed stood with his hands on his hips, blinking at the towering black-and-silver gates of the Infernal Ice Bastion.
The last thing he remembered was stepping through the portal at Base 7—and poof!
Here he was, standing in an open space right outside a heavily guarded fortress-city like someone had just dropped him from the heavens.
He narrowed his eyes at the shimmering spatial dust vanishing behind him.
"Alright, so teleportation portals can bypass geography," Creed muttered, rubbing his chin. "But… they can't bypass warded zones. Makes sense. Bastions like this one definitely have anti-teleport barriers. Probably got enough defense arrays to cook an elephant."
He started walking toward the gates, marveling again at their sheer size. They weren't just big. They were stupid big. Like, "someone-had-an-ego-when-they-designed-this" big.
