'Seriously, What's With Girls and Malls?'
The moment they stepped out of Magnolia Restaurant, Anya caught Marcus's hand before he could even think about escaping. Her eyes softened instantly, wide and pleading, the full puppy-dog routine deployed without shame as she begged him to go shopping with her. Marcus already knew resistance was pointless.
Dominion had been thriving lately. The streets overflowed with players, merchants, and wandering NPCs, every plaza alive with motion and chatter. Lantern light reflected off polished stone roads, banners swayed overhead, and the entire city looked less like a game and more like a living fantasy painting rendered in impossible detail. Honestly, it felt more vibrant than reality itself, and Marcus had long since stopped questioning why he preferred being here.
