Morning in the Mago Commercial District was, as always, without a sunrise. It was a street trapped in eternal darkness due to the dense forest of skyscrapers, yet the entire city woke up, inhaling like one giant machine. The lights of colorful neon signs and holographic billboards, which had stayed lit all night, blurred through the thick haze, and the busy footsteps of commuting citizens followed beneath them. Countless floating containers glided incessantly along the aerial rails connecting the massive artificial ceiling and the buildings, carrying supplies.

As they stepped out of the subway, a wave of humid heat washed over them. True to its reputation as a city with poor ventilation, the air in Mago City was sticky even in the morning. A guide drone hovered above their heads with a low hum.