The next day, after loading and unloading cargo, the Snow Plain Train once again roared into motion.
Ybur stood on the roof of the train, looking at the Floating Fortress as it gradually receded from view. Suddenly, he remembered something and stealthily spat out a small Avatar into the snow beside him.
This Avatar would then stay here, silently absorbing the Elemental Power from the ice and snow to grow stronger. If he ever needed to return to the Floating Fortress in the future, he could teleport back instantaneously with the help of this Avatar.
Speaking of which, if the Dwarves really decided to embark on a large-scale migration, he didn't mind lending a hand—although his teleportation portals couldn't yet match the scale of the Slithering Rift, they were nonetheless exceptional. In theory, people could line up in an orderly fashion, enter one end of his portal and emerge from the other. As long as they planned well and maintained order, the efficiency would be quite high.