In the grand hall of the Doom Palace, King Hoon Doom sat before the dining table, surrounded by delicious foods. But he is not in the mood to eat them. His furrowed brows and clenched fists revealed the immense frustration boiling within him.
Before him, the glass orb hovered in the air, its misty light flickering as the Palace Master's face appeared.
"Palace Master, what in the heavens is going on? How can you allow anyone to construct such a massive teleportation gate? This is madness!" King Hoon's voice thundered across the room. His eyes bore into the image of the Palace Master. "Do you understand the scale? Such a gate could bring an entire army, millions of people, in one go! You expect us to build this monstrosity in two weeks?"