The sun had already begun its slow descent toward the horizon when Jax returned to the outer terrace of the royal palace.
From this height, the entirety of Aeternum Noctis stretched out before him like a living tapestry of shadow and light. Towers of black stone pierced the sky, glowing softly with arcane wards. Mana lanterns had begun to flicker to life along the streets as the evening crowd gathered.
Demons of every race moved through the city below.
Orcs hauling cargo. Succubi drifting across balconies. Goblin engineers arguing beside humming mana rails, and somewhere within that sprawling city, countless lives were unknowingly shaped by the quiet decisions made inside the palace above.
Jax leaned lightly against the terrace railing, golden eyes thoughtful as he pondered the invitation he received from the Faeries.
Even now the idea felt surreal.
