The infernal archive was not what I expected.
I'd been imagining something out of a horror movie. Dark tunnels, flickering torches, maybe some skulls for ambiance.
Instead, it looked like a very exclusive, very illegal library.
We'd taken an elevator down from the parking garage of Valek Tower. Not the regular elevator, a hidden one behind a maintenance panel that Azryth opened with a complex series of touches that looked like he was playing invisible piano.
The elevator descended for what felt like several minutes, way deeper than any normal basement.
"How far down does this go?" I asked.
"Far enough that we won't be disturbed, the archive exists in a pocket dimension anchored to the foundation of the building." He said it like this was completely normal. "It's been here longer than the city, we just built around it."
"We?"
