936 We Are More Correct

"Alright, stop sending me off. The portal is just by the door—I'm old, but my legs aren't that weak yet."

Within a chain of Mycroftian Void fortresses in the Zeta Ram system, the Galaxy of Beginnings, a rather plain gathering dinner was being held at an individually allocated recreation area. It was a huge zone which could accommodate over two hundred people with the help of spatial magic, and excessively wide for the number of people currently convening. After all, no matter how they counted, it was impossible for the warrior to have had more than two hundred acquaintances.