Pyris Arrives? 2

Outside the alley, Pyris stood with an air of indifference, his golden eyes gleaming under the dim morning light, but the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed something far more sinister—a sharp, unhinged amusement at the scene before him. Despite his presence, no one felt him, no energy signature, no ripple in the fabric of mana. He was simply there, unseen, unfelt—watching.

The air outside the alley buzzed with life; nobles engaged in hushed conversations over lavish breakfasts, aristocrats sipping golden elixirs in expensive cafés, their whispers carrying the weight of politics and power.

Yet, within this single darkened corridor, an entirely different world existed.

With a single step, the entrance of the alley warped.