Kell already almost broke one world, and then another when he thought he fixed the first one. And all was very much still in pieces in the moment he was dragged from there, here. To hell with his efforts, the sacrifices he made, and the backlash that hit him for it. He's the last person for be given such a job.

"A construct? An object cannot be source of magic." Kell's brows both go up in what can almost be a comical level of surprise. It doesn't make sense. Magic is a force, something you communicate with. Not something you manufacture.

In all honesty though, to his understanding any average person couldn't cross boundaries of worlds unless, don't drag other people from other worlds without them even knowing you're doing it. His understanding though worked in London. Any of the three. Given that he doesn't know how this place is connected to them, or if it even is at all...his understanding might be not enough here.

"So they don't even know who built it?"