Timetable

Noora pulled a paper, rolled it over the desk, and showed him the schematics.

“You see this right here?” Noora pointed out a part of the portal, “This looks like it depicts the latitude, then this the altitude, then the other one seems to be the location.”

“Isn’t that great? I mean with this we can teleport to a more precise location.”

“Not exactly.”

“Care to explain.”

“This language is unknown to me. Now it may seem to be gibberish but I don’t know where this leads to you. Dimiscus somehow set a path for the location, that is why I never touch the portal the moment we saw it.”

“Have you asked Dimiscus?” Alastor asked.

Noora shrugged. “No. He won’t talk.”

“I’ll make him.”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s undead, nothing hurts him anymore.”

“So, what can we do then?”

“There are two ways. It’s either you give me some time to study the portal or I can open to you that portal, but I don’t know the coordinates and it might be unstable so…”