Emery stepped through the gate into the Supreme Sector alone, leaving Morgana behind to explore the Chambers of Knowledge.
The transition was immediate and absolute. The bustling architecture of the grand magus district vanished as though it had never existed.
He found himself suspended within a vast sky of layered light.
This was no city.
Before him stretched an expanse of floating islands, each separated by careful distance, arranged in deliberate formation rather than random drift. Upon every island stood a private estate—some resembled palaces carved from white celestial stone, others appeared as ancient fortresses grown from living wood or shaped from dark crystalline material. Waterfalls poured endlessly into mist before dissolving. Terraced gardens flourished in impossible equilibrium.
It was serene and oppressive at the same time.
