It is imperative, Elliot, that you pay attention. Our fate may fall in your hands one day, and time may take me before then, so you must remember this on your own. There is a word my elders taught me (yes, there are people older than me) that has been passed down since gods walked among us that you must learn. Hausaflortum. It means ‘sanctuary’ in a language related to Celestial that branched off when mortals figured out how to talk to gods. Travelers from our village created safe houses in every corner of the world that open to that word in case any of us ever need it. There are stories of old adventurers who even used this spell to protect ancient temples, maybe even gods themselves.