Kivas paced the sealed chamber with restrained steps, her focus razor-sharp as the final wards clicked into place around the New Vaingall Consortium's core.
The isolation about this vital project was total—no leaks, no whispers slipping through.
Even Azulus, with her relentless archival probing, hit impenetrable veils to even know of the place's existence, as her latest inquiry was mostly about anomalous energy spikes regarding a certain piece of Vaingall that had been unfortunately got relocated by the world's distortion and was now surrounded by an arid land of fire.
Karen, buried in the Feather Library's stacks as usual, found her access queries unfounded about this project either as if nothing critical was happening in Vaingall right now. After all, the new infrastructure was also built far away from the usual lab where she would often visit and work.
