Chapter 169: Becoming Famous!
The Infernal Ice Bastion’s carrier port was a marvel of clean-cut efficiency, the kind of place where every breath of cold air seemed like it had been filtered twice for precision and calm.
The massive airships known as carriers drifted in and out like serene whales in an ocean of land and steel, their polished hulls gleaming under the translucent dome that shielded the port from the biting cold outside.
The entire space was a quiet orchestra of motion.
Mechanical drones guided incoming carriers with robotic grace, workers in snug uniforms bustled along clean lines like programmed pixels in a futuristic painting, and holographic screens floated gently overhead, blinking silent messages about schedules and weather updates.
There was no shouting, no honking, no loudspeaker crackling. Just soft, purposeful movements and the occasional hiss of steam or hydraulic lift.
But that moment of perfect peace subtly changed when a grey carrier, unmarked and unimpressive at first glance, appeared on the horizon.
The air seemed to hum a little differently as it approached. As the grey vessel began its descent, people in tailored suits—men and women who looked like they hadn’t smiled in ten years—suddenly stopped mid-conversation.
Phones were drawn out with military precision. Fingers danced over screens. Calls were made.
"He’s here."
"Yes. Grey carrier. Confirmed Carrier signature."
"Begin approach. Make the offer enticing."