Junpyo pov
"Wife?"
The word echoed—not in the room, but in the air itself.
Junpyo laughed, a sharp, disbelieving sound, and the holographic call shattered into fragments of blue light before dissolving. The chamber around him hummed softly, runes embedded in the glass walls pulsing with corporate sigils and ancestral magic.
In a world stitched together by power grids and bloodlines, the word still carried the same weight.
He turned away from the projection window, where the skyline of Neo-Incheon hovered beneath a violet sky. Sky-bridges connected towers like veins. Airships drifted silently. Somewhere far above, the storm domes adjusted their pressure, responding to unseen commands.
Vivian had crossed realms.
That alone should have been impossible.
He dragged a hand down his face,
