Far away from the plaza, in one of the high-tier crafting towers that pierced through the upper layers of the dome, a quiet chamber hummed with layered formations.
Dozens of magic items floated mid-air.
Rings. Blades. Crystals. Mechanical constructs fused with arcane circuits.
At the center of it all was a girl.
Blonde hair, long and silky, cascaded down her back.
Two soft cat ears twitched faintly atop her head.
A slender tail swayed lazily behind her.
She was… beautiful.
Not in a loud, overwhelming way.
But in a strange, almost delicate way.
Like something that didn't quite belong in the same world.
Her golden eyes were fixed on a floating dagger in front of her, her fingers moving through the air as threads of mana stitched patterns into its surface.
Her movements were precise.
Obsessively precise.
Every line. Every rune. Every adjustment.
Perfect.
