C1162 You Really Can Predict Everything

The Gate of the Underworld accelerated its pace across the endless desert, each move carrying it farther than the last. The Capital of Asura was not overly distant, a mere two hundred kilometers or so, and in just four hours, they had reached the city's outskirts.

Within the Gate of the Underworld, the faces of all were ashen. The spiritual energy required for such teleportation was immense