The cab rolled to a gradual stop, its engine humming softly before the brakes hissed against the pavement. The old driver leaned back slightly, turning his head just enough to glance at the passenger behind him.
"We're here, son. Arkhai Arena." His voice carried a gravelly steadiness, shaped by years of habit.
Kaidren's dark eyes shifted to the side window. Outside, the looming white walls of the colossus rose like a mountain of stone and steel. The sheer scale of it demanded awe, but his face remained unchanged. He reached into his sling bag, pulled out a sleek black card, and extended it forward.
"Here's my card."
The driver accepted it carefully, his wrinkled brows lifting as the edges caught the sunlight. The insignia of Aegis gleamed across the surface, its etching sharp, its weight unmistakable. The man let out a low whistle.
"Now that's a beauty. You must have a fine-paying job, lad. Cards like these don't just land in anyone's wallet."
