***
Three days later.
Ethan narrowed his eyes, scanning the horizon. No new city had appeared in the desert region.
That alone was a clear sign that the transmigration had fully ended.
There were no more flashes of light, no distortions in space, no sudden silhouettes of walls and towers forcing their way into the world.
Everything was still.
No cities were migrating anymore. Every member of the Eastern Alliance had already left the tropical region.
Even more unsettling, Ethan could see foreign flags planted across the desert sands.
They did not belong to the Blood Ink River Alliance, nor were they banners of the Eastern Alliance.
That fact alone made the air feel heavier.
Laura climbed up to the northern gate and stopped beside Ethan. She straightened her posture and spoke respectfully. "Sir Ethan."
Ethan turned to look at her. "What is it?"
