[quote]“What we have here is teleportation.”[/quote]

For some reason, the words sank in her deeper than Jazdia would have thought. Sure, back in her old days in the Organization, she had seen similar magic being tested, developed, and utilized in a very limited capacity. However, it was a tricky thing to work with, required a lot of power, and came with risks and rules that all combined make it somewhat impractical.  To imagine they were literally picking up the superior specimen from the dirt makes the coincidence bizarre, to say the least. 

But then she realized that they were standing near a vault that likely stored these kinds of items. However, this raised more questions than answers. The biggest one yet was: how it was [i]out[/i] here and not [i]in[/i] there?

[quote]“It’s dead, of course. It needs a new source of mana. I have to give credit to the people of the distant path. It managed to hold its identity even after several millennia. I’m not even sure if the elves alone are the ones who crafted it.”[/quote]

[color=#F4E7CA]"One thousand and eight hundred years ago..."[/color] Vesemir said, for once, he directed his attention away from the door that now sounds off multiple mechanical chatter and clacks, and directed it to the scepter, examining it just by looking, and then stroked his thin beard. He looked intrigued, but at the same time, doubtful.

[quote][color=1a7b30]“Teleportation...”[/color][/quote]

Vesemir could hear the masked knight's musing, but he let the man have the time to ponder it himself and turned to Fia. 

[color=#F4E7CA]"Miss Fia, if I heard you right, then this item could be the answer to the mystery we saw in that baleful chamber. It's running out of mana, you said? A dormant, but dangerous thing nonetheless. You hold on to it for now. Until we concluded our business here."  
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After saying that, the much-anticipated door behind him announced with a low, but distinguishable voice. 

[i][b]"Atil atsinta. Tuya naran let'atil. Salam, muaqar nathla!"[/b][/i]

Vesemir's elven ears perked up upon hearing that, and he immediately scrambled toward the door, exclaiming something in mixed Elvish before reclaiming the keycard as the voice instructed. 

[color=#F4E7CA]"Yes! of course. Aywa! [b]Im tèan![/b]" [/color]

The door rumbled as it sank into the frame, and Vesemir walked in, seeing the ancient, well-lit corridor like a thing he had never seen before. It was wide, and the tiles were marble. This section was supported by an excessive number of pillars, which seemed to be the style of that time. Classic. 

At the end of this corridor were two sets of doors: one was the heavy doors on the north, and two smaller doors on the western side. The heavy door had an engraved socket that matched Vesemir's keycard, while the smaller door was less sophisticated: the only thing that kept it shut was two metal bars that could be removed with bare hands. The feeling of dread similar to what they encountered earlier in the broken room, could be felt if one approaches those smaller doors, making the larger one seem like the obvious choice. However, perhaps your curiosity was stronger than your fear?