Asher stood on the rooftop of the Federal Building.
From up here, the city felt distant—like a miniature world playing out beneath him.
Cars zipped through the streets, their headlights flickering like restless fireflies.
Neon billboards pulsed against the night sky, some pushing high-end watches, others advertising the newest smart implants.
One ad even stated
"The future of humanity is through the combination of humans and technology. Enhance your body now!!!"
Whatever that meant.
It was morning when he last came here, so seeing it at night hit differently.
'Teleporting is really convenient,' he muttered to himself.
Getting here was effortless—one of the perks of his Ancient dragon bloodline.
No anchor points, no limitations. If he'd been somewhere once, he could return anytime.
It was just another reminder of how overpowered dragons were.
