AGRO HOTEL
The letters were enormous, blazing with embedded mana stones, visible even from this height. The streets below glowed softly with mana-lit lamps. No flickering. No shadows of neglect. Everything was clean. Meticulously so.
I heard my people inhale sharply behind me.
Fields stretched endlessly, green and cultivated. Roads—odd, unfamiliar roads—wide, smooth, brimming with hearthstone. Built not for prestige, but for flow. For movement. For trade.
Caravans moved in orderly lines. Smoke rose from kitchens. Colorful shops lined the streets. Laughter drifted faintly upward, even this high.
And the people…They were smiling. Working. Talking. Living. No beggars. No hollow eyes.
Just unity. Motion. Purpose.
Lady Seraphine spoke quietly behind me. "That factory there—CHUBBY Factory. That's where my product is made."
Product. As if that single word didn't carry an entire economic revolution with it.
