Just the soft burn of false daylight, stretching on until it gave up the idea of having an edge at all.
The ground beneath his boots was raw soil. Not artificial soil, actual soil and dark bedrock, leveled and packed dense into a massive, natural floor, giving the colossal space the rugged, uncompromising feel of a real battlefield despite the high-tech arrays humming far above.
"It's as big as five big amphitheaters combined. Or arenas." Daphne explained.
Five amphitheatres? Zaeryn turned the number over in his head and it refused to sit right, refused to compress down into something his eyes could actually hold.
The citadel's building above him had felt like its own city walking in, towers and wings and courtyards enough to lose a man in for a week. And somehow this one room, buried beneath all of it, was bigger than the entire structure sitting on top of it.
