As soon as the glass doors of Archeon Automatrix slid open, the atmosphere shifted.
Soft mana-light ran along the ceiling like ambient veins, pulsing faintly with color depending on movement. The scent of polished leather, enchanted metals, and mana-treated alloys filled the air—subtle, refined, designed to impress without overwhelming. Mana-display panels shimmered beside each showcased vehicle, broadcasting rotating specs, power flows, and projected combat-drift ratings.
But none of that mattered the moment Vivienne Elford stepped inside.
The floor staff straightened at once, and from the upper mezzanine, a well-dressed man in a high-collared coat made entirely of woven silver-threaded fabric caught sight of her and moved with immediate precision.
He was tall, slick-haired, polished like the showroom around him—Gerin Vael, regional director of Archeon's luxury branch.
