While Adam hunted the remaining Infinity Worms to reduce the rift's saturation by the required 0.5%, Remedy drove down the expressway.
Her hands were steady on the wheel.
But her mind was elsewhere.
She had received a report earlier that morning, before heading to the Mission Hall with Adam and it required confirmation.
The car cut through traffic cleanly before exiting into a high-end district.
The architecture shifted immediately.
The streets were broader and there were constant private security patrols, with subtle essence signatures layered over estates.
This was where most of Tristan's martial clans resided.
After a short drive, she stopped in front of a large hotel. It had polished glass, a stone façade, minimal signage and expensive restraint.
Remedy stepped out of her sports car as a valet approached immediately, nodding respectfully before taking the car to park.
Remedy walked toward the entrance and a doorman stood by the door.
