The Eastern Outpost

The silence caressed Hugo's skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing his soul to the very core and taking away the lightheadedness that had ensued from tunneling through space.

Teleporting through space was not something trivial. He had left Giza for the first time in six years.

"We are no longer in Giza. This is the basement of the Migotir Outpost of the Dark Church. We won't be staying here for long." Constantine's voice resounded within his mind, answering any questions he had.

He nodded in understanding though still surprised by the entire teleportation.

[That is truly a magical way to travel.] Hugo was amazed by the sheer efficiency of the spell.