The ether circle beneath their feet pulsed gently, the sigils now glowing a soft red.
Faint energy drifted upward like heat waves from the old stone.
The power hummed in the air told them it wouldn't stay quiet for long.
Zain stood near the edge, his coat shifting with the light wind as he looked toward Velra.
"Are you excited?" he asked, his tone low and calm.
Velra stood tall beside him, arms behind her back, eyes locked on the swirling sigils.
Her lips curled into a subtle smile.
"Of course."
Zain raised an eyebrow. "That much?"
Velra gave a soft nod. "It's been a long time."
"A long time?"
She turned to face him, her rose-pink eyes glowing faintly under the platform's light.
"You know my family—the Vantess line—was once considered one of the noble families in B-Zone."
"Not like those low-tier surface nobles. We were top-tier. Respected. Feared."
Zain crossed his arms. "You never mentioned travel rights before."
