James's world spun as he stumbled into the capital's grand plaza, the teleportation array's effects lingering in his disoriented mind. He blinked, trying to focus, and the bustling city gradually came into view. His senses were bombarded with the sights and sounds of High Human society—glowing signs floated above shops, enchanted streetlights pulsed with energy, and drones glided gracefully above, carrying parcels through the air. People moved in streams, weaving in and out of floating market stalls, their voices blending into a warm, chaotic hum.
Beside him, his master, A, watched James with an amused smirk. "Not quite the same as our quiet forest, is it?"
