Zukas, a mundane worker on the mana rich planet of Woberia, sighed as another two-meter orb rolled into view. His weary eyes scanned the smooth, featureless surface, already knowing the precise angle and pressure required to inscribe the intricate rune. With a practiced hand, he gripped his tool, a delicate instrument of arcane power. A surge of mana, drawn from the depths of his being, flowed through the tool, illuminating the orb's surface.

As he began to trace the familiar pattern, his mind wandered. He thought about the countless orbs he had etched, each one a tiny piece of a vast, cosmic puzzle. Where did these orbs go? What purpose did they serve? Were they destined for distant worlds, or perhaps for the arcane experiments of powerful mages?

The monotony of his task weighed heavily on him. Day after day, he repeated the same motions, his spirit growing numb. Yet, a flicker of hope persisted, a longing for a life beyond the factory walls. He dreamed of adventure, of exploring the unknown, of harnessing the true power of magic.  Lost in thought he almost makes a mistake in his runework, his Resource Management Bracer beeps twice and gives him a small electric shock reminding him to focus on his task or his pay will be docked at the end of the week.  Zukas doubles his focus and continues his task.  He has a job to do, and a gambling debt to clear before he can go out into this world just like this Seeker and have his own adventures.

The Seeker M34G9, a marvel of arcane engineering, glided along the assembly line, its smooth, obsidian surface a canvas for a symphony of ethereal runes. Each worker, a brushstroke in this cosmic masterpiece, infused the orb with their mana, their touch a delicate dance of energy and precision. Layer upon layer, shell upon shell, the Seeker was meticulously constructed, a complex network of interconnected runes forming its beating heart.

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Finally, the completed Seeker, a three-meter sphere of raw power, emerged from the factory floor. A high-level mage, their form shimmering with magical energy, teleported the artifact to its designated launch point, the first step on its journey to the far reaches of the cosmos.

Activated by the teleportation spell, the Seeker sprang to life, its runes igniting with a dazzling display of glowing power. A surge of energy propelled it forward, accelerating at an astonishing rate. It pierced the fabric of spacetime, traversing the vast expanse of the cosmos. As it journeyed, the Seeker's sensors, like watchful eyes, scanned the environment, searching for its target.

However, as the Seeker ventured deeper into the uncharted expanse, it encountered unforeseen challenges. The target, a desolate, mana-starved world, proved to be a harsh and unforgiving environment. The Seeker unable to absorb enough mana must conserve its dwindling power reserves, the Seeker entered a state of hibernation, its functions reduced to a bare minimum. Centuries passed, and the Seeker remained dormant, a silent sentinel adrift in an ocean of cosmic debris, lost but not forgotten.

A celestial event, a wayward comet, dislodged the Seeker from its orbit, plunging it into the frigid depths of an alien sea. Yet, even in this hostile environment, the Seeker persisted. Its creators, foresightful as always, had imbued it with runes attuned to the elemental forces of ice, allowing it to monitor its surroundings and await the day when its mission could be renewed.

Time, an indifferent observer, marched on. The Seeker waited, patient and unwavering, for the conditions to align, to activate its final purpose.