The city of New Astora was a masterpiece of "Unfinished Logic." Its buildings were shells of white marble that flickered at the edges, awaiting the data required to solidify their foundations. The streets were paved with crushed quartz that hummed underfoot, vibrating with the latent energy of the World-Core.
Kaelen stood at the center of what would become the Industrial District. Beside him, the First-Born sat cross-legged, staring at a massive pile of raw iron, silver-glass, and the shattered remains of the UPG Eraser Droids.
[STATUS: NULL-SOVEREIGN][LEVEL: 27]
[MANA: 210/350]
[CONSTRUCTION PROGRESS: 12%]
"Kaelen," the boy whispered, his violet eyes reflecting the scrap metal. "The metal is sad. It doesn't know what it wants to be."
