So close

Hao Xuan frowned upon hearing this sudden announcement.

"What do you mean?"

"A group of your 'fellow' humans is following one of the incoming prison transports. And it seems they are not here to just talk."

While he was talking, the trader reached out into his robe once again and pulled out a small mirror. The mirror itself had a few small cracks along the outer edges. The trader mumbled something under his breath while swiping his finger on the surface of the mirror, creating a handful of glowing sigils that started rotating.

He pressed his right thumb in the center and all the sigils stopped at once. Hao Xuan could feel an invisible wave of some kind spread out in every single direction with the mirror as the center.

One by one, different images started to appear on the mirror's surface, right below the trader's thumb. But the longer the images stayed in the center, the further the cracks spread.