The city of Skyglass Heights sparkled like a lie told too well.
Damian walked silently through the crystallized streets, the weight of blood still clinging to him like a second skin beneath the sterile white of his ZENTHRA Trial Guardian bodysuit. The air was too clean here, as if scrubbed of history, and even the breeze tasted filterednlike the truth itself had been purified.
Beside him, Serena walked with folded arms, her Void Serpent loosely wrapped across her shoulders like a living mantle. Her hood was down, her eyes forward. Neither of them said much.
The towers loomed overhead, sky-piercing monoliths of glass and humming light.
Neon veins of aether shimmered across their mirrored surfaces, pulsing in rhythm with distant generators buried in the floating infrastructure of Ebonreach. The roads here weren't paved with stone or steel, but with the privilege of not needing to look down.
There would never be potholes!
And yet, all eyes were up.
