Flame Martial Federation, Qingnan City.
Skyscrapers stand tightly together, glass facades reflecting the midday sun, crowded streets filled with traffic, with hover cars shuttling between buildings, emitting a light "hum".
Holographic billboards by the roadside loop broadcasts of mech martial arts competitions and Divine Power alerts.
The air is faintly filled with subtle waves of Qi and blood—left behind by countless martial artists practicing daily in the city.
A bright room, simply yet cleanly furnished.
A cloth sofa placed against the wall, next to it on the coffee table, sits a half cup of water long gone cold, along with a book, "Federation Mech Control Basic Theory," its pages lined with dense notes, showing the owner's dedication.
On the wall, a holographic TV is playing Federation news.
