Ludwig frowned as he stared at the magic circle. "I thought these teleportation hubs were compromised?"
"They are," Van Dijk admitted, stepping over a collapsed stone beam. "This one is far too deep in the swamp to be of much use. It's likely been damaged over the centuries. That's why no one uses it to enter the bog. But if you're already inside?" He smirked. "That's another story."
Ludwig glanced around at their surroundings. The ruins of the Tibarian outpost stretched around them, swallowed by time and decay. The once-proud stone structures were now nothing more than crumbling husks, choked by creeping vines and dense green moss. Statues of forgotten figures lay shattered, their faces long eroded by the elements, while broken pillars jutted from the ground like the bones of some ancient behemoth.