Chapter 240: Ch238. Where dream become fire
Keir’s footsteps barely made a sound as she guided them through the inner veins of Vel’Serath.
The paths beneath their feet shimmered with veins of soft light, pulsing in time with a rhythm Miles couldn’t place. As they passed beneath archways grown of twisted crystal and spines of ancient bone, the whispering from the statues above faded into something subtler.
It was neither silence nor sound. It was something deeper.
"This part of the city’s called the Artisan’s Ring." Keir said, motioning to the buildings around them. "Everything made or mended passes through here. Art, weapon, or story, doesn’t matter. Creation is contribution."
Sarissa glanced toward a glass-walled structure where a woman sculpted fire in the shape of a harp. The flames danced to the sound of her humming, solidifying as notes left her lips.
"No currency?" Miles asked.
"Not in the way you’d expect. Here, you trade memory, effort, or spirit. Something meaningful. Something true." Keir shook her head.
"Is everything here that poetic?" Sarissa muttered.
"You’ll get used to it." Keir laughed.
They passed under a low bridge. On its underside, a mural of countless eyes followed their progress, painted in hues that shifted depending on where you stood. Dee growled softly at it but kept moving.
Eventually, they reached a circular plaza carved from layered stone. In the center stood a building like a broken fang grown sideways