Noah watched from Custos Rani's domain with patient attention.
Through the rose-crystal walls, the Ubergulden vessel dominated the sky above THE Velanthra like a continent that had decided to relocate upward, its polished gold hull displacing the crimson-pink mists with casual authority.
Below it, the three million Luxuria of the domain had collectively found reasons to be near windows, on terraces, at the edges of waterways, all of them oriented upward with the specific stillness of a population that had just realized the afternoon was going to be more interesting than anticipated.
He stretched his fingers, feeling the clone body he wore as Dante settle into its borrowed weight.
Time to go.
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The Dante body emerged from THE Amaranthine Tower into the open air of THE Velanthra, floating upward through the rose-gold mist with the unhurried cadence of a being who had decided that appearing nervous would be the worst possible choice available to him.
