At the end of the corridor stood a heavy door made of some kind of silvery white metal, embedded with a complex hexagonal verification system.
Reynolds pressed his badge against the verification system, simultaneously entering a magic password.
The door slowly opened, and a strange atmosphere seeped out from within, as if countless eyes in the dark were watching every intruder.
It has to be said, the abyssal breath is indeed as recorded, silently infiltrating one's spiritual world, inducing various negative emotions and twisted thoughts.
Without enough spiritual power and willpower, prolonged exposure to such an environment easily leads to madness or downfall.
Behind the door was a spacious circular hall, surrounded by numerous small laboratories and storage rooms, with a massive multi-level observation platform at the center.
