Northreach Lightning Rail Central Station. Afternoon – Two Days After the Silent City Mission.
The sleek, silver bullet of the Lightning Rail glided into the platform with a soft, melodic hum of discharging mana. Its silver-plated exterior shimmered, reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun, while the neon-blue ley-lines along its chassis pulsed like the steady heartbeat of a living machine. The hydraulic doors hissed open, releasing a pressurized gust of cool, recycled air.
Thousands of passengers poured onto the platform, a vibrant sea of merchants in silk, engineers in soot-stained overalls, and tourists marveling at the Northern "City of Light." But even in this bustling crowd, one particular pair stood out with an aura that commanded a wide berth from the surrounding commuters.
