The metallic door slid open with a soft hiss as Shadman stepped out of his room. His bare feet touched the cold steel floor of the facility, sending a chill up his spine. The corridor stretched endlessly in both directions, bathed in a dim blue glow from the neon lights embedded in the ceiling. The silence was deafening—almost unnatural, as if the place itself was holding its breath.
This place… feels alive, he thought, scanning the area with sharp eyes. Lord Gary wasn't exaggerating. This facility isn't just a hideout. It's a fortress.7
He turned to his right, where another door stood beside his own. Its sleek black surface gleamed like polished obsidian, and strange glyphs pulsed faintly on its frame. Curiosity gnawed at him. Without hesitation, Shadman placed his hand on the biometric panel, and with a soft click, the door slid open.
What he saw next made his breath catch.
