A Mishap

The feeling of passing through a planar portal was about the same as any other. One’s consciousness blanked for a brief moment, before glitching back into existence. It felt longer than usual, though, but then again they’d crossed an immeasurable distance in a mere few seconds.

Archeron men were waiting at the other side, having built a reconnaissance base and set up a Lighthouse of Time to guide those who came afterwards. In the vast and chaotic currents of time and space, the Lighthouse of Time would provide a stable position to lock on to, preventing the traveller from losing their way to a deviation in the teleportation route that was set up on short notice.

According to the information Richard had acquired, the base wasn’t particularly large. Even including the natives they’d subjugated there weren’t more than fifty people present, and the place was barely larger than an adventuring...