The temporary expedition quarters erected along the Northern Sea were never meant to feel permanent.
They were vast structures of conjured stone and reinforced timber, built in layered terraces overlooking the dark water. Mana lanterns hung from iron hooks, casting steady blue light across walkways slick with sea mist. Guards patrolled in disciplined rotations. Storage vaults hummed with preservation arrays.
And everywhere, noise.
From the Luminaries compound, golden light spilled through open archways as mages raised crystal goblets in celebration. Laughter rang sharp and confident. Someone began recounting an old conquest in exaggerated detail, drawing cheers from gathered elites.
Farther down the shoreline, Solterra's expedition hosted a roaring firepit despite the sea wind. Flames twisted unnaturally high as cultivators slammed tankards together. A burst of controlled fire erupted in the air to applause.
