Meanwhile, far away from the ravaged battlefields where the ground still smoldered with the aftermath of intense combat, there existed a place—a hidden realm, veiled from the eyes of the world. It was a place no ordinary person could stumble upon, sealed within the folds of space itself, accessible only through forbidden coordinates and ancient sigils.
Beneath the surface of this secret realm, an underground base stretched endlessly, like the veins of a metal beast coiled deep within the earth. The air was unnaturally cold and sterile, the silence broken only by the rhythmic hum of machines and the faint hissing of pressurized steam escaping vents that pulsed through the walls. Dim, artificial lights lined the high ceilings, casting an eerie glow that turned shadows into crawling shapes.
This was the heart of the Ourouboros organization—a place of unholy science, where humanity's limits were stripped and rewritten.
