It took exactly five hours, just as Kaelira had claimed.
But what stunned me—genuinely left me staring with a slack jaw—was the estate itself.
Astreel wasn't a manor.
It was a goddamn metropolis.
The kind you'd only expect to find on some distant futuristic continent in a high-budget RPG.
The moment we passed the final hill and the entire structure of the estate came into view, I felt like I'd stepped into another world altogether.
Compared to Tirie Town? This place was the difference between stone knives and laser cannons.
Skyscrapers rose into the sky, forged not of brick and timber but sleek blackened metal.
Glowing veins of circuitry ran across the surfaces like some urban neural network pulsing with life.
Transparent elevator pods zipped up and down their rails. Holographic projections floated mid-air, their vivid displays shamelessly advertising the most absurd shit.
No, seriously.
Actual holographic ads.
