Chapter 735: Reuniting with others
Meanwhile, Max continued to slice through the sky, the howling winds tugging at his hair and robes as he finally reached the jagged edges of the Berserk Lightning Region, where the perpetual storms faded and calmer skies stretched out beyond.
With practiced efficiency, he pulled out a sleek object from his spatial space—a slender device gleaming with runic lines that shimmered faintly in hues of silver and azure, the void shuttle gifted to him by Lyra.
Max boarded swiftly, settling himself into the compact cockpit as the shuttle’s translucent canopy slid shut over him with a soft hiss. "It feels like I’m controlling a spaceship in a VR game," Max muttered to himself, a grin tugging at his lips as he placed his hands on the shuttle’s controls.
Intrigued by the sheer responsiveness of the craft, he guided it with subtle movements, marveling as the shuttle obeyed his slightest thought, gliding seamlessly through the skies with incredible speed and smoothness. Clouds rushed past in streaks of white and gray, the sunlight breaking through in dazzling shafts as he crossed the distance toward his next destination.
Not long after, the jagged mountains and raging storms of the Berserk Lightning Region gave way to a calmer landscape, and Max finally arrived before the sprawling border of the White Town Region, where gentle hills and neat towns lay bathed in clear light. With a final smooth maneuver, he brought the void shuttle to a halt and stepped out.
With a thought, he triggered its compact mode, watching with quiet fascination as the entire shuttle shimmered and collapsed in on itself until it shrank down to the size of a slender finger.
Max tucked it away with a satisfied nod, casting one last look over his shoulder toward the distant storms before striding forward into the White Town Region, his mind already racing with the next steps of his plan.
"Black Cube should be at the capital city of the White Town Region," Max muttered under his breath, his fingers gliding swiftly over the smooth surface of his holowatch as a detailed, glowing map blossomed into view.
His eyes flicked across the digital display, tracking the thin silver lines of roads and the flickering icons marking cities, before settling on the shining marker labeled White City—the seat of power for the entire region.
The White Town Region, he noted with faint amusement, was in many ways like any other place in the Middle Domain in terms of size and layout, but it had one peculiarity that set it apart: nearly every single building, from towering civic halls to modest shops and homes, was painted a stark, gleaming white.
From the research he’d done before coming here, Max knew that this distinctive aesthetic wasn’t just coincidence or local fashion—it stemmed from the peculiar preferences of the third-class force that ruled the region, a force whose elders were so enamored with the color white that they’d gone as far as officially renaming the entire territory White Town Region and decreeing that all structures within their domain be painted to match their obsession.