"So this is the place, huh…?"
Lucius stood in front of the warehouse with Luna and Alexia beside him, the wind brushing their clothes as they gazed upward at the colossal structure.
Calling it a warehouse felt insulting… it looked more like a private military fortress welded together with modern tech and arcane engineering.
Even the picture that was on the site that time looked like a budget knockoff compared to the real thing.
It stretched five houses long, occupying nearly an entire corner of Northcrest's industrial district.
No civilian homes stood nearby; only sparse, abandoned lots and the looming shape of this billion-royal behemoth.
The gates alone were taller than the mansion gates back home.
Timothy, sweaty and slightly out of breath from driving them cleared his throat and tried to sound composed.
"The warehouse walls are enforced by Force Metal," he said, placing his palm against the wall.
