The four of them moved immediately toward the Hall of Supreme Knowledge. If the formation expert had spoken of it with that much weight, then this place was not merely another facility—it was the true heart of the Virtual Palace.
The structure stood at the far edge of the city, where the architecture subtly shifted in tone and authority. The buildings here were older in style, their surfaces layered with ancient formations that shimmered faintly beneath gold-veined stone. The gates were taller than any they had seen elsewhere, framed by thick pillars carved with runic inscriptions that pulsed in slow, measured rhythms. Even the air felt heavier, as though saturated with condensed law.
Emery instinctively extended his spiritual perception, only to find it gently but firmly deflected. The entire district was shrouded in a veil of layered suppression arrays. Buildings beyond the first perimeter appeared half-obscured by silver mist, their true depth hidden from probing senses.
