BLINK!
The demon world vanished.
For a fraction of a second, Asher felt the familiar distortion of space folding inward, time slipping sideways instead of forward.
Teleportation was never instant in the truest sense. Distance, anchors, interference from higher laws… all of it warped the flow.
Not even he, in his current state, could change that— the space was simply too vast. The best he could do was reduce the delay by moving faster and faster.
This time, the delay was noticeable.
When reality snapped back into place, Asher stood beneath an unfamiliar sky.
Eryx.
Or rather—what used to be Eryx.
The old city of sorcerers, once shrouded in perpetual mist and dim arcane glow, was gone.
In its place floated a city.
Massive platforms of enchanted stone hovered at different elevations, connected by glowing bridges of condensed mana.
