The victory circuit had carried the retired sovereigns from the bustling, neon-soaked transit hubs of Green City to the pristine, white sands of the Sapphire Sea, and finally, into the breathtaking, isolated heights of the eastern terrestrial mountains.
Their sanctuary was the Lotus Pavilion, a magnificent, ancient wooden retreat suspended flawlessly over a sheer cliff face. It was entirely surrounded by thick, rolling seas of white mist and the absolute, profound silence of the high altitudes. There were no digital monitors, no humming quantum servers, and absolutely no civilian crowds. The air was incredibly crisp and cold, completely purifying the remnants of their long journey.
Inside the pavilion, the atmosphere was a masterpiece of absolute warmth.
