The golden midday sun illuminated the vast granite plaza of the First Citadel Central Depot as hundreds of steam vents hissed into the open sky.
"Look at the unloading chutes pouring golden wheat into the subterranean silos," Emilia said with tears of wonder in her eyes, adjusting her nature mana mantle.
"We have unloaded over fifty thousand sacks of flour in the first forty minutes," Vasa reported, rapidly updating the digital ledgers on her crystal datapad.
"Every single one of the fifty public kitchens across all eight districts is firing at full capacity," Kendra announced, walking along the busy loading dock.
"The aroma of fresh bread and rich vegetable stew is drifting across the entire lower city," Diana smiled, leaning against the polished balustrade.
"How many refugees have received their thirty-day sovereign ration vouchers so far?" Nox asked, observing the orderly queues stretching through the intake pavilions.
