Master Hamir arrived in Attilan, but he had not greeted Master Wong or Master Wu Guiyue.
He had been sent directly to Attilan's war command headquarters through a portal rather than departing from Earth orbit aboard a ship. The reason was that, as the Emperor's and Sorcerer Supreme's representative, Master Hamir had spent considerable time handling Kamar-Taj's internal affairs and had no time to waste on travel. The Emperor considered the mana expended on this well worth it.
If Master Wong had known about his father's treatment, he would definitely have complained loudly.
To save precious space, the Helicarrier had no freshly prepared dishes. All food was prepackaged. Put simply, they were industrial ready-meal packs that could be eaten after heating. Such meals were now used for logistical support as well, and not even the Emperor escaped the fate of eating industrial ready-meal packs. Aside from the caviar, Iberian ham, champagne, and bread Dinah had specifically brought from Earth, as the Emperor's personal attendant, she had an independent storeroom dedicated to keeping anything the Emperor might need.
"Sorry, Master Hamir. There is nothing to entertain guests with right now."
The Emperor extended a hand, inviting Master Hamir into the command vehicle's crew compartment. As Master Hamir raised his champagne, the Emperor was already issuing assignments through the holographic command table. If Malcolm had been there, he would have seen a map utterly different from the one used during the Attilan campaign. More accurately, it was not a map at all, but a spiritual-dimension guide composed of geometric shapes, cipher symbols, and prayer rituals, meant to guide a spellcaster in casting arcane arts.
"This is a ritual I designed on the fly based on Attilan's circumstances. I need a team of Dimensional Rift veterans to help me capture and contain a