The fluorescent hum of the Iron Sing academy was the only sound until Kaelen stepped in. To the average inhabitant of Etrea, he looked like any other wanderer—worn leather coat, a blade at his hip, and the distant stare of someone who had seen the Layer 2 depths.
But Kaelen had a secret stitched into the fabric of his reality.
Kaelen didn't even blink. As the dialogue prompt appeared in his mind's eye, a faint, rhythmic pulsing began in his peripheral vision.
