Date: TC1853.05.17
Location: Seven Peaks - Planning Chamber
The planning chamber had grown overnight.
What had been the Verdant Spire's largest meeting room now stretched fifty meters across, ceiling vaulting upward to accommodate equipment that hadn't existed yesterday. Living walls breathed with anticipation, moss patterns shifting to create optimal acoustic properties. Furniture had reshaped itself into tiered seating that surrounded a clear central space.
And in that central space, Marcus worked with equipment that made several disciples stop and stare.
The technomagic console stood three meters tall—crystalline arrays interwoven with precision metalwork, spiritual energy conduits running through a technological framework like veins through living tissue. It hummed with mechanical precision, a sound fundamentally different from the flowing resonance of normal cultivation formations.
