The Large Tent stood alone, with nothing around it but soldiers and the Redmane Army's banners. With Jerren leading the way, Vyke reached it without any trouble.
Stepping inside, he had expected lavish furnishings, but found it surprisingly plain: just necessities such as a bed and a table. There were no luxuries whatsoever. The tent was simply enormous, some five or six stories tall, since it had to accommodate Radahn's massive frame.
But Vyke was puzzled. Radahn was nowhere inside the tent.
Jerren pointed at the Portal on the ground. "Through here."
The Portal only reached a human's shins. It looked like a square object made of metal, with a rippling magical vortex in its center. Ancient and mysterious, it did not look like something made with present-day technology.
"Please!" Jerren gestured.
Vyke considered it for a moment. "How do I use it?"
Jerren had not expected Vyke to have never used a Portal. "Just walk over to it. The destinations they can transport you to are all fixed."
Vyke was a little worried. "It won't be dangerous, will it?"
"Not at all." Jerren smiled. "The general uses Portals to travel quickly between Redmane Castle and the Colosseum. Rest assured, they're completely safe. Ever since Portals first appeared, there hasn't been a single problem with using them. At worst... a Portal stops working and can't be activated."
Only after hearing Jerren's explanation did Vyke relax. Thinking about it, Radahn had no reason to trick him this way. If he really wanted to deal with him, he could simply strike him with Gravity Sorcery. After witnessing that extraordinary Gravity Sorcery, Vyke felt it would be difficult to stand against Radahn head-on, yet deep down, he was still itching to try.
Demigods truly lived up to their reputation, standing at the absolute