A moment ago, the Atlantic Ocean had been before her eyes, waves roaring and the tide carrying a faint fishy smell.
The next moment, the snow-covered Himalaya Mountains towered into the clouds before her.
Wanda tugged at her red jacket, adjusted her hair, and followed the village road east.
She was not a member of Kamar-Taj, so she naturally could not teleport directly through its defenses. She could only teleport first to this small village nestled among the mountains, then walk to the gate.
Kamar-Taj had two gates. One was a physical gate located atop the snowy mountains, the gate to the magical courtyard itself.
The other was a conceptual passageway located in this village. Entering from there would transport one directly to Kamar-Taj, and it was the necessary route for many visitors.
It was actually easy to find. One only needed to follow the direction the goods were being moved.
The reason this place was called a village was not because it was poor, but because it had few permanent residents. In reality, merchants of all races came and went here, delivering all kinds of goods ordered by Kamar-Taj and purchasing all sorts of products made in the sacred land of magic.
For instance, Flying Boats produced in Vanaheim, raw materials from various dimensions and even Hell, Kamar-Taj's specialty magic scrolls and wands, Spartacus's artworks, Contraxia's erotic dolls, and so on.
No matter how strange something was, it could be bought here, and this was the only distribution point on Earth.
Not everyone had the ability to cross dimensions or enter space. Trading here was undoubtedly a simpler option.
Of course, buying things from Kamar-Taj required more than just an identity check. Gold, silver, and treasures held little value here, while bartering always came at a loss. The common