The gentle twilight of the third-and-a-half-level resting platform cast long, soft shadows across the bustling streets.
The air hummed with a sense of peaceful activity, a stark contrast to the brutal reality of the Verge they had just left.
Many Awakened who had survived Level 3 were now mingling, discussing their future.
Some, traumatized by the ordeal, openly declared their intention to settle down in this peaceful hub, seeking a quiet life away from the endless climb.
They drifted towards the residential districts, their eyes scanning for available housing or peaceful jobs.
Others, their ambition undimmed, were already queuing at supply shops or advanced training facilities, eager to prepare for Level 4.
Ayra, ever practical, was already dragging Lia towards a large building marked Culinary & Recreation Hub.
"Come on, Lia! I smell real food!"
Lia, with her usual serene grace, allowed herself to be pulled along, a faint smile on her lips.
