1108 Kingdom of Sagespire II

Upon stepping through the portal, Michael experienced a rapid change of scenery. In the blink of an eye, he found himself standing in the midst of a magnificent marble hall, where rows of tables were laden with books and scrolls, resembling a vast library. As he observed his new surroundings, a young orc, clad in gleaming metal armor, approached him.

"Do you feel that?" Sarba whispered, her voice tinged with concern. Michael sensed a peculiar sensation in the air, as if something had departed from him.

"There's no energy in the air," Sarba added in a hushed tone.

"Show me the token," the young orc demanded, his voice cold and distant. Michael extended his hand, revealing the coin he held.

The orc scrutinized the coin, examining it closely before nodding. "Seems legit. Welcome to Goldspire, capital of the Kingdom of Sagespire," he recited in a manner that suggested he'd uttered those words countless times.

"Thank you," Michael replied politely.