The interior of the Regional Reserve was massive. It was easily the size of a standard sports stadium. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor were all forged from polished, dark obsidian that perfectly reflected the blinding light in the center of the room.
There were no shelves. There were no chests.
The wealth of the entire sector simply floated in the air.
It was Merit Energy. The universal currency of the Celestial Court. It did not exist as paper money or digital credits. It existed as a fluid, glowing silver mist.
Massive, swirling pools of the silver mist hovered gently above the obsidian floor. In the center of the room, the mist had naturally condensed under its own sheer density, solidifying into towering, heavy ingots of pure cosmic capital. The ingots were stacked in neat, perfect pyramids that stretched twenty feet into the air.
It was enough wealth to buy and sell a hundred universes. It was the stolen, hoarded lifeblood of a billion different dimensions.
