The massive command spire of the Iron Citadel was bathed in the soft, radiant light of the newly synthesized ether-glass windows, and the heavy atmosphere of oppression that had haunted the fortress for centuries was entirely replaced by the sweet, calming fragrance of blooming night-flowers. Kai stood near the edge of the sprawling observation deck with his hands clasped comfortably behind his back, his dark silk uniform cutting a striking, elegant silhouette against the vibrant cosmic backdrop while his Level 66 domain passively filtered the last traces of industrial smog from the ventilation network.
