Within the imposing obsidian walls of the Neo-Luminara Parliament, the Grand Assembly Hall buzzed with life.
Footsteps echoed off marble floors, whispers flitted through the air like butterflies, and papers rustled as political figures, ministers, lobbyists, and regional powerholders settled into their seats.
The dome overhead shimmered with a rotating projection of the Osborn Mega Commercial Plaza, glowing in soft azure hues, a dazzling technological marvel that was alive with activity.
Yet beneath this spectacle lay an undercurrent of unease.
Speaker Ren Orlan struck his ivory gavel and surveyed the grand hall with a serious gaze before clearing his throat to command attention.