The city's tower was located northwest of Caer's district, off the path leading to the gates that led directly to the northern forest.
The city's tower stood at the center of the city's square, tall and jagged. A crystalline spire that pulsed faintly with the temporal runes on it. Despite the midday sun, a coolness lingered around it—a chill that Asher picked up too fast, and he knew it wasn't natural.
The van pulled to a slow halt near the base. The group alighted, eyes flicking up to the structure. Visible mana threads crisscrossed the sky above like silver lines—a reminder that the city was one of the many with a great amount of mana underneath it.
Asher stepped forward, eyes narrowing slightly the second he sensed it. Then he uttered, "He's here."
Not a moment later, Zain appeared—not as smoke, but stepping out from the shadow of the tower, as if he were peeling away like skin.
