The morning sun cast long shadows across the Threadweavers of Warren on Griswold Northeast, painting the sleek metallic walls and skeletal scaffolding in warm amber hues.
Zoe pulled the Duster to a stop near the entrance and, with a practiced motion, sent it back into her snack vault in a shimmer of violet light.
Snacks, already perched on her shoulder, chirped excitedly as he leapt down, his violet scales catching the light as he darted ahead. His boundless energy mirrored the buzz of activity around them.
"Alright, let's see what Seeker has to say about this thing," Zoe muttered, gripping the Keystone Core in her hands. Its faint pulse felt alive, the energy radiating a quiet hum that seemed to sync with her heartbeat.
The Warren HQ construction site sprawled before her, a chaotic maze of scaffolding and temporary trailers.
Zoe sighed, shaking her head at the sight.
