The city of Elkrim sprawled across a valley between two mountain ranges, its architecture a mixture of practical stone construction and more decorative elements that suggested wealth accumulated over generations.
It was larger than the city Rey had fled, more cosmopolitan, with a population that included not just native citizens but travelers from across the Nether Realm.
Trade routes converged here, making it a natural hub for commerce both legitimate and otherwise.
One month had passed since the Desgarron Manor incident.
One month since Rey had faked his death and vanished from the world that had known him as Cursed Boy, as a nameless slave, as the mysterious challenger who had supposedly perished in the Coliseum explosion.
In that month, he had transformed himself completely.
