"Welcome to the clan's glory and its shame alike."
Kage's eyes widened as he stepped into the vast, luminous chamber.
'I've never been to the Deep Vaults before! I never thought I would in my glorious life!'
Guren smiled as he watched Kage look around with sparkling eyes. No one, regardless of age, entered without being struck by the glory of this place.
The architecture alone was pure insanity made manifest. The ceiling was a patchwork of iron fragments, each bearing significance in the clan's history. They were held together by an invisible firmament connected to a Pure Armament that could never be moved—unless the Clan's destruction was assured, and only the Patriarchs had access to it.
So the ceiling looked like a floating tapestry of metals that could plummet at any moment. But the truth was, they never could.
Kage stared up in awe.
Guren, feeling bold in that moment, cleared his throat.
