In Knowhere's core district stood rows upon rows of towering buildings, magnificent art centers, and lavish entertainment venues. Multicolored lights swayed through the streets, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.
The most eye-catching sight was a majestic skyscraper standing proudly above them all. It was Knowhere's tallest structure, shaped like a half-unfurled sail, its silver-white exterior gleaming brightly. The red-and-white umbrella-shaped logo hanging from its top floor drew even more attention.
Knowhere had been completely transformed compared with its former tangled layout and chaotic, gloomy districts.
The filthy lower mining areas and the mixed residential zones had all been redesigned and replanned. As this lawless place regained order, it also exuded a new vitality.
Sean stood with his arms folded, looking down at the prosperous city below. A year had passed since he took control of Knowhere.
Despite being in space, Sean still preferred using Earth's units of time to describe the movement of matter and the passage of all things.
Of course, when placed against the vast backdrop of the universe, such measurements were full of uncertainty and became less precise.
Units such as minutes, seconds, hours, and years were merely human-defined concepts of time. Different civilizations had their own time units and concepts, and they were not necessarily the same.
The differences among the Nine Realms were not especially great, but in the vast universe, there were many unique civilizations with entirely different concepts of time. Their methods of communicating with the outside world also varied.
Without the Tivan Group, Knowhere had not declined because of Taneleer Tivan's departure. Although it had gone quiet for a while at first, it soon regained its former prosperity through free and open trade.
No one knew what sort of agreement Knowhere's new owner had reached with Ronan the Accuser of the Kree Empire.