Sulfur looked through their binoculars and the distant geometry of the skyline jumped toward them, a massive terraced pyramid looming over the downtown plazas. Nearby, tumbled-block high-rises looked like monstrous termite mounds crawling with pink tentacles, golden flags, and holographic reenactments of popular stories. A blue jaguar jumped from one mound to the next, its body occasionally dissolving into the illegible but iconic logo for Verdance’s parent company. Maybe Ace was right. The place was already unrecognizable.
