Officials and workers moved through the corridor in crisp, distinctive uniforms. The Kingdom Servants wore robes of burgundy and gold, their sleeves embroidered with silver thread that glowed faintly as they moved.
The Council Clerks wore high-collared tunics of deep blue, datapads floating obediently at their sides. The Arcane Scribes were the most striking, their robes were black with patterns of constellations that actually moved, stars shifting slowly across the fabric as if each Scribe wore a piece of the night sky.
They all stopped and stared as the group passed.
The Brigadiers led them through the corridor, then into a lift which carried them through the heart of the central spire. Through the crystal walls, Lancet could see the inner workings of the Hall: offices where officials debated policy, chambers where Awakeners trained, archives where ancient texts were preserved in cases of stasis-light.
