Atlas stood atop the ceremonial plaza, the newly built stage seamlessly matching the elegant design of the expanding Gacha Haven. The entire area buzzed with life. Hundreds of people filled the open space, gathered in groups with food and drinks in hand, laughter and music spilling into the warm night air.
It was festive, radiant, and alive. So far removed from the memory of when Atlas had first begun. When his island was nothing more than a small, barren floating rock of desert sand.
Now, he commanded over 450 combatants and 130 workers, not even counting his elite subordinates. The difference was staggering.
He stood at the center, with Morganna just behind him. In his arms, Vienne giggled and waved at the crowd, her bright little face lighting up every time someone called her name.
"We have seventy-five standard tickets in reserve," Atlas announced. "I'm not aiming for a Rank-S pull tonight. But let's hope we get something truly extraordinary within the first forty!"
