Max could still see the entire city from the sky.
"Blackspire..." he muttered.
He had chosen the name a while ago, but only now, while looking down at the city from above, did it truly feel right.
It was far grander than he had imagined when he first started shaping the land. From above, the roads curved like veins around the citadel, spreading through the districts and leading toward the four great gates that faced the world outside.
The black crystal walls surrounded everything like a crown, while towers watched over the plains in every direction, and inside those walls, the people of Voidstar were already flooding the streets.
They were choosing homes, shops, and places where they would spend the next part of their lives.
Max's vision in his dragon-hybrid form was exceptionally sharp, so even from this height, he could see how people naturally began to separate themselves without needing anyone to force them.
