I leave the library building with the contract folded inside my inventory.
Azure Prime has already slipped into night. The avenues are still busy, but the rhythm has changed. Shops close their displays, carriages cross the central roads carrying workers to the outer districts, and the runic lights gain strength under the deep blue coming from the ocean sky.
I walk to the farthest Oathmark. I don't want people watching me today.
The stone structures fill an open plaza between two public buildings. Divers come and go from the teleport platforms, some vanishing in columns of light while others arrive still recovering their balance. Along the sides, smaller posts handle contracts, guild registrations, and Reentry Pearl activations.
I go straight to the registration sector.
I set the document on the rune-marked surface and press my Diver Mark to the edge.
The light runs across the paper.
[Contract submitted.]
[Signatures verified.]
[Financial Obligation Transfer recognized.]
