In the hall, behind thick glass doors, portals scientifically known as "permanent Material Plane curvature-folding subspace-jump controllable singularities" were adjusted via dials to lock onto several specific Psionic frequencies. The scenery beyond the glass doors then shifted from natural landscapes such as deserts, rainforests, and oceans to gray-white Desert Wastelands dotted with transport vehicles, bizarre cities that defied the physical laws of the Material Plane, religious sites packed with armed personnel, and other locations. After all the adjustments, Master Daniel was drenched in sweat, yet he still had to follow Amphitryon's instructions and adjust the frequencies. The latter had obtained coordinate data through the Sacred Guard's network, ensuring that every transportation facility connected with flawless accuracy.
"Another military band from the City of Immortals?" Master Daniel, having received the orders, dearly wished he could quit working right then. Yet before the coronation ceremony, the guests had to arrive, and preparations involving the Honor Guard, music, and everything else had to be completed. "Was it really necessary to invite them? Fine. I hope Master Hamir won't be too surprised when he sees that symphony orchestra. Normally, shouldn't a military band depart aboard a transport plane together with the Honor Guard?"
"The Praetorian Guard is the Honor Guard. They departed separately to prevent Kamar-Taj's coordinates from being exposed."
"A very good reason. I'm sure that irritating bastard Hamir won't get angry."
"Please stop mocking him, Master Daniel. I have had enough of your prejudice against my lord. The Sorcerer Supreme was my lord's teacher. The Venerable One's death does not bring my lord joy. Even if it means He will wield immense power, the Sorcerer Supreme's Death is still a tragedy." Amphitryon stood before Master Daniel, visibly displeased. "If He could, He would rather not possess this power. Yet without power, neither