The grand array crackled with power, its central support structure trembling under the strain.“You’ve done well Fenton.”“Nothin’ worth mentionin’ ser. This’ll take you someplace far. You and the others, off to fight a cosmic war without us,” the boy grumbled. “Sure you couldn’t use a handy enchanter?”“No. Nobody beneath the level of Transcendent may come with,” Almyra immediately clarified. “This is not just an arbitrary decision, but one which is in-line with our hosts’ laws. We head for a receiving world under the control of Azkar’s Reavers, a renowned mercenary warband within System space. They do not accept anyone too weak coming through, and our Transcendents are needed here to commit to the invasion of Narictus.”It was a landing point the array had been pointed to after much deliberation.The Athranos Galaxy—Orodan’s home—and the Blackworth Collective’s Vystaxium Galaxy were relatively central within the bounds of System space. But the place they were headed to, was not.The Crimson Sink Galaxy, aptly named due to the sheer amount of bloodshed occurring there on a regular basis, was a border galaxy. It was, from what he’d been told, vastly different to what he was used to in his home locale and that of the Collective’s.For starters, it was a warpit. Factions fought one another regularly and while there was no singular dominant faction in terms of territory, in terms of actual military power Azkar’s Reavers were the mightiest. The largest mercenary warband of the Crimson Sink Galaxy, and although they held only one world, it was this world which hosted Embodiers or Transcendents traveling from elsewhere to join the fight at the System’s borders.Almyra wasn’t wrong to bar anyone beneath the Transcendent level from coming. If anything, rare talents like Fenton might even be more vulnerable there than anywhere else.“We handle the pale bloodsuckers… and you handle the creepy gits outside System (...)