Two heavy leather pouches clinked softly against the cedar tea table.
Beside the pouches, Barnaby Holt placed two crystal flasks. Inside the glass, translucent spirit marrow swirled with a cool, pearlescent glow.
Kaelen Vance did not open his eyes.
He remained stretched out in his hemp hammock, the brim of his straw hat resting on the bridge of his nose.
Beneath his eyelids, the charcoal slate shifted with steady rhythm.
[The Fallow Slate]
[Stage 2: Tri-Track Accumulation]
[Track 1 (Cultivation Vessel): 500h 00m / 720h (501x Multiplier Active)]
