Jared clasped Lyra’s slender hand. Warmth pulsed from his palm, running straight to heart. A tremor fluttered through fingers before could hide the response.
He carried the Pentacarna Tower to a secret grotto cut Into the rear mountain of the Sword Sect, certain no sentry would ever find, let alone guard, the place.
A stone door sealed the cavern. Flowing runes curled across its surface, carrying an ancient and heavy aura. Few in any realm could force that door to yield.
“Inside this tower, one day equals a hundred beyond these walls. We can cultivate undisturbed,” Jared said, voice low yet steady.
He traced a slow arc across the door. The moment his spiritual energy seeped in, every rune blazed. Stone groaned, revealing a narrow slit, just wide enough for two.
“I will follow you, Mr. Chance,” Lyra murmured, head bowed, cheeks blossoming rose. Before the last syllable left lips, drew by the wrist. Together, they stepped into a pearly haze that swallowed every earthly sound.
The world within the tower unfurled, no cramped dungeon, but an endless expanse lit by silent suns that drifted across a violet sky.
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