She had no intention of returning to the Imperial City immediately.
With Zion managing operations remotely and the system inventory functioning across distances, there was no urgency. This was a rare opportunity to observe regions beyond the capital's shadow and assess how power dynamics truly functioned at the provincial level.
As they walked westward, Kiara continued manufacturing ammunition in her inventory interface, fingers occasionally flicking through invisible panels only she could see.
The repetitive act of crafting bullets and firearm components felt almost meditative, though the increasing debt counter in the corner of her awareness reminded her of the cost.
Twenty-millimeter rounds. Thirty-millimeter rounds.
She evaluated production costs carefully.
"Bulk options are too expensive," she calculated silently. "They can wait."
