The first light of dawn spilled over the rocky expanse of the tortoise's massive back, bathing the city in a golden haze. The air was cool and carried a hint of salt from the sea far below. In the great hall perched atop the high ground, the leaders of Black Tortoise City gathered around a broad table carved from polished obsidian.
Luciel sat at the head, posture straight and calm, his eyes glinting faintly in the morning light. Behind him stood Sophia, the ever-silent maid, her presence composed yet attentive.
To Luciel's left sat Mirean Moon, graceful as ever, already thumbing through her worn leather-bound ledger. Beside her, Yue Weiyan listened quietly, her expression unreadable. On the right side sat Mino, Elara, and Yufel — each a vital piece in the fragile framework of the young city.
