Not Bandits

About 1300 Kilometers, northeast.

Alex knew exactly how far they had traveled and in what direction before he even arrived at the new destination. When he arrived, he looked around and saw that he was standing on top of a Teleportation formation.

'A receiving formation that can accept a teleportation through talisman,' Alex thought. That was some incredibly complex stuff that would take him years to learn how to make.

It was difficult to coordinate two completely different systems into working together. Whoever made this was extremely talented for sure.

They had arrived in a dark cave with cold floors and ceilings. The walls glowed with scripts and formations, that were of such number that it would take Alex some time to tell what their purpose was.

"I suggest you don't try to fight, Your Majesty," the leader said. "You'll find us not very receptive to bad manners."

Alex turned to look at the man and saw him smiling back at him.