"The System certification terminal is descending from the central arena dome," Vasa reported, pointing toward the gilded circular platform lowering through the evening air.
"They cannot delay the certification ceremony any longer," Kendra said, leaning against the dugout barrier as the stadium lights shifted from blue to brilliant gold.
"Look at the official seal on that floating pedestal," Jax said, wiping his daggers with an oiled cloth before sheathing them at his hips.
"It bears the pure diamond watermark of the Grand System Authority," Nox noted, standing beside him with a calm gaze.
"That means Malrec's Directorate cannot attach a single lien or debt clause to the document," Yeda added, smiling as she crossed her arms.
"For ten years, every rogue certification in this country carried a mandatory twenty percent revenue tax to the Noble Consortium," Jax murmured, staring at his calloused knuckles.
