The endless stream of exhausted refugees continued their orderly procession toward the massive transit elevators, their weary faces illuminated by the soft, radiant glow of the encapsulated starlight lanterns hovering gracefully above the grand promenade.
Kai watched them with a deep, unwavering sense of purpose, knowing that every single soul stepping onto those elevators represented a fundamental victory over the cruelty that had once defined the Core Sectors.
Yena remained perfectly at his side, her amber eyes scanning the crowd with a fierce, protective warmth that completely contrasted with her legendary reputation as a ruthless enforcer, and she leaned comfortably against his shoulder while the steady hum of his Level 66 domain provided an invisible blanket of absolute security.
