Asher's boots clicked softly against the marble-paved streets as he walked deeper into the heart of the city. The air here felt heavier than the realms below—not because of mana or soul pressure, but because of law. Invisible threads wove through every archway, every hovering platform, every market stall filled with artifacts and rare beasts. This was a place where order had been built deliberately, not out of trust, but out of necessity.
Ben's words still rang in his mind. Eldritch. Pale Beyond. Seals. He tucked them away, but not so deep that he'd forget. For now, he needed something practical—stability.
His first destination was the Dimensional Association.
