Though Hade already knew that Space magic was the optimal way of transporting people -and cargo- across vast distances, a not-so-small part of him had hoped that leaving the First Imperial School, the cohort would employ more… 'traditional' means…
Like walking, for example.
Whatever happened to walking?
Or even horseriding?
Really, humanity was so obsessed with efficiency and constantly improving stuff that some genuinely wholesome experiences were quickly thrown out the window the instant they were considered 'backward.'
New generations will never get to experience the exhilaration of riding a mount, of your heart racing and feeling the wind whipping through your hair.
Now, for the sake of complete transparency, Hade couldn't care less about such trivialities.
He had just hoped that by walking, he would be able to gather some form of intel about the school's location. Or, at the very least, gain some clues about where they were.