The twin moons of Naaim cast an ethereal glow over Aethoria as Atenzi wandered through its winding streets.
The cosmic battle between Nihil and the Quantum Quaestor had left an indelible mark on the fabric of reality, and Atenzi could feel the subtle shifts in the air around him.
Every step seemed to resonate with infinite possibilities, as if he were walking through multiple versions of the city simultaneously.
Aethoria, the floating capital of Macedonis, was a marvel of architecture and magic. Impossibly tall spires reached towards the heavens, their tips seeming to pierce the very fabric of space-time. Streets paved with luminescent stones twisted and turned in patterns that defied Euclidean geometry, creating a labyrinth that seemed to rearrange itself when one wasn't looking directly at it.
As Atenzi turned a corner, he nearly collided with a familiar figure leaning casually against a wall that shimmered with arcane symbols.
