The Fenrari didn't slow. Soon they reached Reignland, Sophie's place...
As the vast expanse of Reignland stretched into view beyond the glass, the world itself seemed to reorganize around their arrival. The air changed, not oppressively, not in the way a dungeon's threshold pressed against the chest, but in something more like the weight of a held breath. Refined. Layered.
The invisible architecture of formations wove itself across the horizon in overlapping nets of authority, each one distinct, each one precise, all of them ancient in the way only inherited power could be. Bruce registered them the moment the Fenrari crossed into range, the scanning arrays embedded at intervals along the treeline, the subtle fluctuations in ambient mana that swept across the vehicle's exterior like curious fingers. Probing. Cataloguing. This was a place that knew everything that entered it, and decided, in the span of a breath, what it thought of what it found.
