The morning sun crept in through the tall windows of Nexus Mart, bathing the shelves in soft, golden light. Kael stretched his back with a grunt, wiping sweat from his brow. The shop smelled faintly of polished wood and fresh parchment, a scent that somehow made everything feel new.
"Alright," he muttered, placing the last box of bottled drinks onto the bottom shelf. "That should be everything."
He stood and took a slow, proud look around.
Each item was in its place. Food packets, grain sacks, canned goods, a small section for tools and supplies, and even a shelf of Kael's own homemade health tonics—disguised Earth supplements infused with some minor local herbs to avoid suspicion.
The result wasn't quite a modern supermarket, but it felt like one. A small, compact version that had been stitched together with dwarven craftsmanship and Kael's 21st-century memory.
Behind him, Seris was sweeping the last traces of sawdust into a bucket.
