The teleportation transit to the Imperial Capital was drastically different from the rough jarring trips to the slums.
The runic circle in Sanctuary flared with a pristine pure white light. When Sebastian and Valerie materialized, they weren't assaulted by terrible odors or blinding grit.
Instead, the area was stunningly pristine and visually breathtaking.
Sebastian stepped off the marble dais and immediately scowled. "I hate this place."
The Imperial Capital was a masterclass in high fantasy elitism. The streets were literally paved with gold veined marble. Towering spires of pristine white quartz reached into a perfectly rendered crystal clear blue sky. Fountains sprayed sparkling enchanted water that danced in the sunlight.
Everywhere they looked, high level NPCs and wealthy beta testers strolled about in utterly ridiculous overly complicated silk robes and shining ceremonial armor.
