Kafshi stood at the edge of the high-altitude docks in Zareth-Kael, the Grand Floating Capital of Nuvaaris. In the distance, the city glistened like a vast continent hovering over the clouds, its bridges and spires seemed to defy gravity. While sky-bound vessels raced between towering citadels, their engines glimmering with an unearthly brightness, the air hummed with the energy of the planetary ley-lines that kept the floating city alive. With her keen blue eyes searching the bustling streets below, she tightened the black hood of her cloak over herself.
She was well aware that the Galactic Watch was on her trail. They always were. The moment she stepped foot in Zareth-Kael, they would be updating their surveillance logs: *Subject arrival confirmed. Expect frequent modifications to appearance.*
But she wasn’t here to hide—at least, not just yet.
Kafshi glided through the golden-lit streets, her figure flickering in and out of the neon reflections that danced along the metallic walkways. Her outfit, while modest by Zareth-Kael’s standards, had been chosen with care—a deep emerald and violet exo-weave bodysuit reinforced with aetheric plates, striking a balance between practicality and style. She needed to project strength without attracting too much attention.
Her contact awaited her at the Veilspire Archives, a secret trove of ancient records hidden beneath the city’s core. With every step, the weight of her mission bore down on her. She was here for the coordinates—coordinates that would lead her to the lost planet of Harvest, a world that had slipped from all star maps centuries ago. And if her instincts were correct, the first clue to unlocking those coordinates lay within the Etheric Wells.
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