The rail slowed as it slid into the terminal at Glassreach Basin. No announcement followed. Doors opened when the system decided they should.
Glassreach Basin was known for its local hostility and unwelcoming to tourists. And because of that, even after being a neighboring city with Helior Prime, its economy was worse.
Arlen stepped out first, boots hitting the platform with a soft thud. Rin followed, stretching his shoulders as he scanned the space automatically. The air smelled processed, filtered too many times, carrying heat from engines and the sharp edge of electrical discharge.
Glassreach didn't sprawl the way Ashfall did. It stacked. Platforms rose and fell at odd intervals, freight lanes cut straight through pedestrian zones, and automated towers watched everything without looking at anyone in particular. People moved fast and didn't linger, faces neutral, hands busy, eyes flicking only when necessary.
