(Planet Nemo, A Cult Spy's POV)
Usually, the rainless skies of planet Nemo always shimmered faintly with the glow of the mana harvesters, their towers humming with steady rhythm as they extracted mana crystals from deep beneath the planet's crust.
However, a week ago, the extractions suddenly stopped.
The familiar humming sound, which had become like a constant white noise for the citizens of Nemo, stopped without reason, as Commander Su Bal abruptly called for an end to the night shift.
It began haphazardly the next morning, as Commander Su Bal ordered the treasury to be relocated.
A few vaults sealed, a few convoys redirected, men whispering as crates of high and medium grade mana stones were escorted under heavy guard toward the bay area.
Nothing too unusual on its own, but the scale was strange, the urgency sharper than normal, and the Cult Spy observing all this, felt his quill move faster as he took notes.
