Two weeks passed.
In the Void, time was a fluid concept, but for the Seventeenth Continent, it was fourteen days of industrial revolution.
Red sat cross-legged in the air, surrounded by a complex holographic dashboard. He looked less like a frantic survivor and more like a CEO reviewing his quarterly earnings.
The map below him had changed.
The Bastion (Swamp) and the Onyx Hall (Mountain) were no longer isolated dots. They were connected. A jagged, paved road that built by the crushing weight of Shell-Kin and the digging claws of Kobolds, wound its way up the mountain pass.
Carts moved back and forth.
Red checked his resource graphs.
[ BASTION (SOUTH) ]
→ Exports: Smoked Fish, Hydra Leather, Medicinal Moss, Clean Water.
→ Imports: Refined Iron, Coal, Stone Blocks.
[ ONYX HALL (NORTH) ]
→ Exports: Iron Ingots, Coal, Granite.
→ Imports: Food, Medicine, Textiles.
