A few minutes earlier, another Jake—visibly bored—was gliding through the sky toward Lustris. The luminous crown of Anthace's canopy acted as a beacon, a monstrous lighthouse looming over the undisputed capital of the Lustra Plains.
It was only his second visit to the White City, yet its appearance—and the grand, almost serene atmosphere that once wrapped around it—had shifted so drastically in just a few days that, for a split second, he wondered if he'd come to the wrong place.
Despite his eidetic memory, he had to scan his surroundings more than once before confirming, with a complicated knot of emotion, that this was indeed the right destination.
