[Location: Abyss Layer 6 – The Black Thread Exchange]
The Grand Opening of the Black Thread Exchange was not marked by a ribbon-cutting ceremony, but by a stampede of the Abyssal elite.
Outside the towering, neon-lit complex in the center of the Chrome Core, a red carpet woven from void-silk stretched for miles.
Carriages pulled by skeletal nightmares and heavily armored mechs lined the streets.
The Nobles of Layer 6 had arrived, dressed in their finest liquid-metal suits and gemstone jewelry, their pockets heavy with Abyss Cores.
From the observation deck, Damien watched the chaos below.
"They're practically throwing their money at the doors," Damien noted, leaning against the reinforced glass.
"The vault is already at eighty percent capacity, Boss," Ziriork reported, standing rigidly behind him.
The Ferro-Ogre was sweating slightly, adjusting the collar of his suit.
For him, sharing a drink with Damien back then was the smartest thing he had done in years
