The first room was his personal archive, a six by six chamber with reinforced scroll racks, mana-paper shelves, and a crystal screen set into the wall for reviewing footage from the outpost or Elvira's lab.
He stored everything there.
Crafting logs, resource charts, battle simulations, and ritual diagrams he had only half understood during his time with Apophis.
The second room was smaller, four by five, enclosed, with a single chair and a silent mana lamp overhead.
That was his meditation chamber.
Just stone, quiet, and darkness.
No distractions.
A place to sort through his thoughts.
Ben stood back in the hall and rolled his shoulders.
Kitchen.
Archives.
Meditation chamber.
Forge.
Barracks.
Command Core.
The structure was in place.
The problem now was what to do next.
He turned toward the narrow window again and narrowed his eyes at the horizon.
Krahal-Zir stretched wide outside.
Cracked towers, shattered gates, and half-buried streets filled his view.
