Briarwick buzzed with nocturnal energy—for the city's youth, the real adventure began when the sun disappeared. Neon lights drenched the streets in electric colors, transforming the daytime's calm into something wild and unrecognizable.
Constantine was downright gobsmacked by this world's wonders—not that he'd ever admit it. Compared to Myrkvalen's medieval-level development, these modern marvels were straight out of science fiction.
Alistair moved through downtown's busiest stretch, his spirit form perfectly mimicking a human. His loose jacket hid Constantine effortlessly, keeping them both under the radar.
The emerald vision from earlier had led him here. Pushing through the neon-lit gauntlet of 24-hour bars, he couldn't help but marvel at how Briarwick had changed over ten years. It
