Heena Min-Jeowon… 32 on paper, 15 in the face… this "teenage" girl tilted her hard-hat back and squinted up at Legendor's eastern gate.
Dust-caked overalls hung loose on narrow shoulders. Steel-toed boots two sizes too big made her look like a kid playing dress-up at a construction site.
A single braid, thick as ship-rope, slapped between her shoulder-blades when she walked.
She yawned, freckles stretching across her nose like constellations.
Then flicked two fingers.
"Universal Gravitational Dominion."
The words came out lazy. Almost bored.
*Whoooosh...*
Four supply crates, each heavier than a city bus, rose like party balloons freed from reluctant hands.
Merchants froze mid-haggle, coins suspended in partially-opened palms.
A mule's hoof hung an inch above cobblestone, the animal too confused to complete its step.
Silence crashed down harder than the crates ever could.
