Rolling through the gates of the Maden Capital, I couldn't help but feel a swell of corporate pride.
A few months ago, this place looked at Nothingwood like a dusty attic full of useless relics. Now? The shops were practically shrines to my industrial genius.
I saw a group of noblewomen huddled around a storefront, frantically discussing the scent profiles of my "Nothingwood Forest" candles as if they were holy scriptures.
Further down, a line of exhausted-looking scholars was snaking around the corner for a cup of "Seraphine's Original Agro Brew." Even the kids were sitting on the curbside, ignoring their traditional wooden hoops to pore over the "Adventures of Raya" picture books. And some children's basic math that was actually just a picture of one stick plus another stick.
"Look at that, Milabuella," I muttered internally. "That's not just magic; that's brand loyalty."
