Their footsteps echoed subtly across the Kritonium forged ground floor, each step sending a soft metallic vibration through the enormous space as they moved deeper into the tower.
Jinn's gaze shifted left and right, quietly absorbing every detail around him. It had been years since he last stood here—years spent marching through campaign after campaign beside General Gaius—yet the interior still struck him with the exact same feeling he remembered: vast, cold, and filled with a kind of silent intelligence, as if the tower itself was watching.
The chamber stretched outward in every direction like the inside of a giant cylinder, wide enough to hold an entire battalion yet carved with precision that felt almost surgical.
Dozens of braziers clung along the curved walls, each one burning with pale blue eidric flames that swayed without producing smoke or heat. Instead, their glow pulsed softly, almost breathing, sending synchronized waves of light across the smooth surfaces.
