The pre-dawn mist coiled through the high arches of the First Citadel grand muster floor as the fourth hour arrived.
Vasa stood beside the newly calibrated projection dais, where five shimmering holographic pillars rotated in luminous alignment above the polished black marble.
Nox stepped up to the edge of the central circle, his void-diamond katana sheathed at his hip as dark violet runes pulsed in harmony with his heartbeat.
"The subterranean spine is visible across all five regional quadrants," Vasa said, pointing her quill at the interconnected gold and emerald pathways.
"Look at how the Meridian Yard automated conduits intersect with the ancient root systems beneath the northern forest," Serian remarked, her emerald eyes shining with deep reverence.
"The machine network tried to bypass the natural mana veins of the continent for three centuries," Yeda added, leaning against the marble railing with her arms crossed.
