Destination

Arbidis seemed to have no end. Three more months passed in the blink of an eye, and Richard had already consumed his third archlord core while his followers had eaten five or six lesser lords each. After their most recent battle, even Tiramisu’s hardy body was starting to approach its limits while most of his other followers were already at it.

He decided not to advance any further, instead drawing out an enormous spell formation in the middle of the battlefield. Even with his current ability it took him an entire week to create, and he used the cores of 36 lesser devil lords to barely activate it. When a towering planar portal appeared within, showing images of Faust on the other side, all of his followers were dumbstruck.

Manually teleporting to and from Arbidis was borderline impossible. Even the great elven empire had to use an extradivine item to...