"Wait," he said. "The Prime itself. Is it... was it ever verified as an angler?"
Kaelen thought of the abandoned piers, the empty leaderboards, the ghost towns that used to be bustling fishing hubs. Everyone had left. Everyone who mattered, anyway. Zenith Hub Fisch Script
Her rod moved. Just a fraction. The line, which had hung limp for three years, rippled. "Wait," he said
It was an angler.
Mira laughed. It was the first real laugh Kaelen had heard in years. the empty leaderboards
Mira blinked. "What?"