The Threadweavers of Warren HQ buzzed with the usual mix of chaos and progress.
The clang of tools and hum of arcane devices filled the air, blending into a steady rhythm that somehow didn't overwhelm but energized the bustling construction site.
Zoe leaned against the wall near the command building, her snack vault shimmering faintly at her side.
The faint violet shimmer reminded her of all the chaos packed into her days, a silent companion that never let her forget the stakes of their work.
She'd spent the better part of the morning fielding questions, settling disputes, and dodging Seeker's overly detailed explanations about energy flux stabilization.
Each interaction left her feeling like a plate spinner in a circus, balancing tasks while knowing one misstep could bring it all crashing down.
