Club Skyspire rose like a crown jewel atop one of the tallest skyscrapers in Skyglass Heights—its rooftop encased in domed glass panels that shimmered with shifting hues of violet, sapphire, and gold beneath the night sky.
Only the elite passed through its threshold—Glassbloods with lineage etched in platinum veins and Beast Masters whose names rippled through the city as they followed different Beast Corporations.
Damian arrived before its towering obsidian-glass doors, having ascended 250 floors via an elevator crowded with two men and two women—presumed rich young elites, whispering among themselves while casting glances at him.
One of the women seemed ready to introduce herself, only for her friend to tug her back and remind her they were already on dates.
The men, their supposed dates—exchanged looks, shaking their heads with subtle envy as they eyed the Beast Master sharing the elevator.
