He rolled into the Munich depot just as the sun began to set, the chrome accents of his DAF gleaming under the yard lights. He’d made record time, fuel-efficient and fatigue-free. As he shut down the engine, the silence that followed felt earned.

His cargo was thirty tons of medical supplies bound for Munich. As he pulled out of the port, the handled the weight like it was nothing. On the open A15, he pushed the throttle. The gear shifts were seamless, a testament to the improved transmission tuning.

"Ready to work, old friend?" he muttered, checking his mirrors. The new glass reflections showed the sprawling container yard with crystal clarity.

Rain began to smear the windshield as he crossed into Germany. Elias flipped the wipers on; even the animation felt more fluid, more deliberate. Through the storm, the cut a path through the gloom, the high beams illuminating the wet tarmac and road signs with a natural, crisp glow.