The vast inner floor of the Zhaovaril Expo Center buzzes with carefully orchestrated precision. Hover-drones zip overhead, AI holograms dance between columns, and the sharp scent of perfume mingles with ozone and ambition. The world's most powerful companies, and the people that wield them, have transformed the space into a kingdom of capitalist splendor.
But Vaela has never looked more at home.
She strides through the crowd like a queen-general across a battlefield. Lucien flanks her left, Elsuana, her right, Lilith trailing behind and twirling the business cards of a dozen smitten men between her fingers.
Their destination: Booth 9B – Venevra International.
And when they reach it, even Vaela has to stop and gawk.
