Ripples frequently appeared across the Plane Crystal Wall high above the Sky Vault. Every few hours, a commercial Floating Ship would pass through the Defense Array and land at a berth in the spaceport.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wesren Building, Colin furrowed his brows as he watched the bustling scene below.
"Is this the last batch?" he asked.
"All the merchant fleets on the Gray Channel have withdrawn," Vera said, flipping through the data terminal in her hands without looking up. "The twelve low-value-added routes have been completely suspended, evaporating a daily cash flow of 4.5 million Low-Level Magic Stones. The inventory at our three low-to-mid-tier Golem Manufacturing plants has piled up all the way out the doors."
Colin sighed, shifting his gaze to the other side of the plaza.
