(Meanwhile Planet Wamir, Veyr's POV)
The merchant vessel broke through the thin blue haze of Wamir's upper atmosphere, its hull rattling faintly as it descended toward one of the planet's countless trade ports scattered across the sprawling desert plains.
From the small cabin window, Veyr could see the surface below which looked like an endless stretch of ochre sand, broken only by the banners of different merchant conglomerates that called this neutral world home.
There were no borders here, no single ruler or god, only commerce and the silent promise that everything could be bought or betrayed for the right price.
*Hisss*
*Thunk*
The ship's landing gear locked into place as it touched down on a crowded docking bay.
The moment the doors slid open, a wave of heat and noise flooded in — the shouts of traders, the rumble of cargo lifters, the hum of mana engines, and the dull clatter of machinery all blending into an unending symphony of survival.
