Meanwhile....
Far from Slik City, Mihos's group continued travelling without stopping.
The night had already passed, and morning light now covered the road ahead. Most of the servants were exhausted, and even the guards had become quieter after travelling for so long without a proper rest. Nobody complained. Mihos had not ordered one.
That was enough.
The road eventually climbed through a rocky region where several major routes met. Unlike the smaller roads around Slik City, this one had been built wide enough for merchant caravans, large beast carriages, and groups from powerful families to move in both directions without blocking one another.
A guard riding ahead suddenly returned.
"Young Master."
Mihos looked toward him.
"What?"
"The teleportation center is ahead."
"How far?"
"Less than half an hour."
Mihos nodded once.
"Keep moving."
The guard returned to the front.
One of Mihos's personal guards rode beside him.
