Jax stepped out of the dimensional fold and returned to Aeternum Noctis.
Towering black-crystal spires pierced the early morning sky, their surfaces reflecting the faint lavender hue of dawn. Mana conduits ran like glowing veins through the architecture, circulating power through the capital in steady, disciplined currents.
The city was already awake even at this early hour.
Markets were opening. Transport beasts moved through broad avenues. Messengers crossed elevated bridges linking administrative towers. Workers flowed through the streets with purpose.
The Demon Capital never truly slept.
Jax stood on a high balcony overlooking one of the mid-tier districts, hands resting loosely at his sides.
He exhaled slowly. Everything was moving forward right as predicted. Compared to when he first arrived in this world, the Demon Kingdom was completely stabilized.
