Deep beneath the central citadel, emerald light pulsed through the living roots of the World Tree inside the ancient botanical subterranean chamber.
Massive wooden conduits thicker than ancient oak trunks intertwined with brass mana conduits, channeling nutrient-rich life ether directly into the eight residential wards of the capital.
Serian stood upon a raised crystalline platform overlooking the master valve junction, her silver-green eyes glowing with intense botanical concentration.
"The root pressure in the fourth residential district is spiking past safe operational thresholds," Serian warned, her delicate fingers adjusting a series of wooden tuning forks.
"We cannot rush the flow, for opening a branch valve too quickly will overload the civilian electrical transformers," Yeda cautioned, stepping up to the copper control manifold.
