Max landed heavily on a wide platform, the surface beneath him engraved with countless ancient runes, symbols of power that pulsed faintly with residual energy from the transmission. But his attention wasn't on the runes—not even for a second.
His gaze was drawn forward, eyes widening slightly as he looked through the massive transparent glass wall that stretched in front of him, revealing a breathtaking view of the city beyond.
What he saw wasn't just a city—it was a seamless blend of eras, a marvel of culture and power fused into one.
Towering skyscrapers rose into the heavens, their forms majestic and awe-inspiring, but unlike the cold steel-and-glass monoliths found in modern worlds, these towers were shaped with the essence of tradition.
Their surfaces were carved from jade-like stone, polished wood, and flowing rooflines that resembled ancient temples, yet they stood as tall as mountains, glowing faintly with energy conduits running along their sides like golden veins.
