The Kovari Vault was alive with energy.
In just two weeks, it had transformed from a relic of a forgotten era into the centerpiece of galactic commerce. Ships streamed in and out like schools of luminous fish, trading high-yield commodities, ancient tech, and alien bio-resources under the jurisdiction of the Obsidian Accord. The automated systems of the Vault operated in seamless synchronization with Silas's Sovereign Interface, creating a utopia of regulated yet dynamic trade.
Silas stood at the observation deck overlooking Dock Bay Theta, watching as a fleet of crystal-hulled frigates unloaded bioluminescent fuel harvested from the gas jungles of Thalen Prime. Next to him, Eylin scrolled through an endless data stream, facial projections flickering in rapid succession.
"They're calling it the New Core, you know," she murmured, half in disbelief. "Markets across six sectors are redirecting their routes here. The Exchange Index has stabilized at a rate never seen before."
