Woonhee let out a loud gasp on the other end of the comms link.
"Black-steel? Actual divine-tier ingots from the Egyptian faction?" She paused, the sound of rapid keyboard clacking bleeding through the audio channel. "Boss, the community forums are going insane right now. People were saying you got eliminated inside the Underworld. The betting syndicates are losing their minds."
"Alll good," I said, stepping onto the transfer circle in the center of the upper plaza. "Get the logistics team ready. I want those ingots inspected and cataloged the moment they arrive."
"Understood," Woonhee said, her tone shifting back to her usual sharp efficiency. "I'll clear out Bay 3 in the basement. See you at the office in ten minutes."
The transfer magic flared blue around my boots, shifting my surroundings into the familiar white stone architecture of the first-floor central hub.
