The Vorathid Sky-Hunter crawled through the ventilation shaft of the central skyscraper. Reidar watched through its eyes. The vision was weird, but it still gave him a comprehensive view of the interior.
This place wasn't a church. It wasn't a factory either.
The insect dropped from the vent, landing on a support beam high above a massive atrium. The space was open, stripped of the cubicles and drywall that must have filled it before the apocalypse. Now, it was a cavern of steel and concrete, lit by torches.
Corridors branched off the main hall, leading to secluded areas shielded by heavy doors. It looked like a corporate headquarters redesigned for war. There were no altars, no religious iconography as in other church places. Just maps, logistical charts, boxes, crates, and other materials that were likely going to be stored.
Reidar guided the insect along the ceiling. It moved past open doorways, peering into rooms.
