Chapter 170: Back To Ashvale
In the quiet of evening, Igaris gently held Evernight’s soft hand and activated Dimensional Sovereign, transferring them to a place unaccessible by conventional dungeon gateways—an isolated realm beyond known pathways.
Their eyes met in that moment, emotions passing silently between them.
Evernight’s violet gaze shimmered with a trace of loss, her expression unreadable. Igaris, facing her, held a subtle look of guilt—as if her pain reached deeper than she let on.
Nevertheless, the dimensional gate activated, swallowing them in an arc of swirling light. Their figures vanished into the distortion of space.
They passed through warped layers of reality, like drifting through liquid glass, before finally arriving in a desolate and gray-tinted world.
This was Ashvale—land of broken Mechas and Summoners.
A same world where Summoners and Mech Riders were currently at war. The skies were cloudy with residual mana smoke, and the very air carried a sense of old war and forgotten cries.
They stood alone on an empty field, where the distant horizon was layered with towering silhouettes of mountains and winding rivers. A cold wind swept across the terrain.
This landscape could only mean one thing.
They were in Paradis, the homeland of the so-called Perfect Society.
Igaris activated The Architect’s Eyes, golden energy blooming in his irises. A ripple of information unfolded in his mind as he scanned thousands of kilometers in an instant.
Data flowed into his mind. Locations. Factions. Aura traces. Movement patterns.