The door swung open, and Cassius stepped inside, only to stop dead in his tracks. His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him.
The warehouse wasn't just a storage cabin, it was Nala's world.
Fishing nets of strange designs hung neatly from hooks, their fibers coated with something that gleamed faintly in the light.
Rods with intricate reeling mechanisms leaned in clusters against the walls, each one a little different, like prototypes in a line of evolving creations.
On one side, curious devices and odd contraptions cluttered shelves, gears, pulleys, and wooden frames with wires threaded through them.
And in the corner, a long workbench bore the marks of heavy use: scratches, stains, and scattered tools, as if Nala had spent countless nights tinkering here until she got something right.
Cassius felt his respect for her deepen. It was raw proof of everything she'd told him earlier, persistence etched into wood and steel.
