Eos Primis stretched to infinity. Above, the Skyward Districts gleamed like floating palaces, tethered to the earth by immense energy conduits. Below, the Undercroft pulsed with a restless neon heartbeat. The streets of the Undercroftteemed with life, a chaotic blend of augmented street vendors, rogue AI, and desperate humanity.
Zera Kai darted between stalls, her hood pulled low to obscure her face. A message flashed in her vision, projected by her ocular implant: “Secure Terminal 317 - Code: SPECTER”.