A few minutes before the call, at the former Targon territory...
Levi sat atop the Graveyard Drifter's enormous head, one leg bent in front of him as he examined the park's preliminary design on a dimensional screen.
He had arranged for the hollowed Leviathan carcass to be delivered through the Green Freight Line and placed on the land reserved for the park.
With the designer now taking measurements directly from it, they could finally work out how the proposed paths, entrances, and viewing platforms would fit around an actual exhibit.
The amusement games would be designed around the beasts, but none would take place inside their bodies.
Some respect had to be shown for the fallen Leviathans and the bloodlines connected to them... Levi didn't want to get his ass sued.
After all, displaying a Leviathan's carcass as a magnificent creature worth studying was one thing. Turning its skull into a playground or its rib cage into an obstacle course was another matter entirely.
