Arriving in front of the designated annex a moment later, however, Jake reconsidered, deciding to revise his definition of recklessness.
The building seemed welcoming at first glance, even luxurious, as one might expect from a place used to receive diplomatic envoys from various kingdoms and vassal nations of the Radiant Conclave. The problem was, it was entirely made of wood.
And not just any wood: Anthace's wood. If Jake hadn't scanned the city with his mental sense upon arriving, he would have suspected the Titan tree had sprouted this spacious residence in a hurry just to trap him.
The problem remained the same, though. As arrogant and confident as he was in his own power, his power had not yet gone to his head to the point of intentionally entering a domain controlled by the enemy. Maybe he was overestimating the enemy and just being paranoid, but he didn't want to give them any chance.
