Max nodded slowly, absorbing her words. "I see. Makes sense. Nobody gives away priceless information without getting something in return."
Lyra inclined her head slightly in agreement before pointing toward one of the many corridors branching out from the circular hall. "Go into any of these corridors, and you'll find someone waiting for you. Each path leads to a private chamber where you'll meet a representative of the Order."
Max cast a quick glance around before choosing a corridor at random. His footsteps echoed lightly against the polished floor as he walked deeper into the tower. The air seemed to grow quieter, heavier, as though the walls themselves were listening. Eventually, he stepped into a small, sparsely furnished room.
The design was traditional and almost minimalist—there was only a single low cushion and a small table before it. Yet the arrangement carried a sense of deliberate formality, as if every detail served a purpose.
