The lobby smelled like polished steel and ambition. Glass panels frame the walls, showcasing GoldNova’s most advanced prototypes and zero-waste gowns woven from biodegradable silk, armor-thread suits designed for ceremonial combat, and a display of rare fabrics sourced from the northern packs. Everything gleamed and everything whispered legacy.
The Prime Minister of Cavelle City walk slowly, hands clasped behind his back, eyes sharp beneath silver brows. Maximus walked beside him, his posture was straight, voice calm as he explained the logistics of the production wing.
I followed just behind and Stella walk beside me. We were the frontlines. The Luna. The Alpha. The diplomat... the rival.
“This is our textile fusion chamber,” I said, gesturing toward the glass cylinder, it was glea
