The Grand Dimensional Auction's central continent rose into view through the ship's forward viewport as Tenebria's vessel descended toward it. A single vast disc of polished obsidian sat at the center of the void, ringed by docked ships flying the colors of every major faction across the four Super Worlds. At the disc's center stood the spire. A hollowed mountain of forty floors, each one cut from black crystal and lit from within by floating lantern arrays that drifted lazily like fireflies caught in slow water.
The ship slid into a private docking slot near the spire's base. The slot was one of twelve reserved for delegations of particular standing. Three of those twelve were empty.
The party disembarked.
A six armed attendant in pale robes waited at the platform's edge and bowed deeper than was strictly necessary.
