The Eternal Observation Spires—towering crystalline obelisks drifting in calm, orderly clusters high above the main pavilion—each housed a hidden space with plush thrones hewn from ancient stone, veiled in flowing auroras that hushed sound and shielded prying gazes.
The air carried the steady weight of the Lower Dimension's real authority.
Eternal Patriarchs and Matriarchs lounged with an air of effortless authority, while Sect Leaders from distant universes savored nectar that could twist memories.
Progenitors and their entourages exchanged glances heavy with centuries of grudges and alliances.
At the center, the massive holographic Veil of Shared Visions rippled in the void, its shifting images spilling light across the gathering as gasps and murmurs echoed through the towering spires like far-off thunder.
The moment Archie and Layla stepped through shimmering ripples in the air, the lively scene froze for a heartbeat—then erupted into sly smiles and quick-witted greetings.
