Lucien arrived at the East Continent.
The moment his feet touched the land, he took out the Spatial Compass and let it settle in his palm. The needle trembled once, then aligned with quiet certainty.
Seraphine.
Seran had told him that she was currently overseeing a newly established branch in one of the great eastern cities.
Lucien did not waste time.
Voidcraft carried him through the skies with smooth speed. It folded distance beneath him until the city finally appeared in the distance like a spread of carved stone, rising towers, drifting banners, and crowded avenues wrapped around old eastern elegance.
The Liberator branch was hidden well. Too well, perhaps, for ordinary eyes. But the Spatial Compass remained unbothered by deception.
Lucien entered the city without drawing attention.
He stored Voidcraft, drew his black robe closer around himself, and stepped into the streets as though he were nothing more than another traveler.
The city lived loudly around him.
