The planning room was smaller than Tatehan expected.
It was tucked away in one of the upper levels of the Red Crest Clan headquarters, a windowless space with a large table dominating the center, surrounded by chairs. Holographic projectors were mounted in the ceiling, currently displaying a three-dimensional map of the sky fortress that rotated slowly above the table.
Tatehan and Lyra had been in here for hours.
The fortress looked even more intimidating up close, or as close as a hologram could get. The structure was massive, its skeletal framework already imposing even in its half-finished state. Support beams crisscrossed the design, connecting massive platforms that would eventually house weapon emplacements, barracks, and command centers. At the center was the core—a large, cylindrical structure that vibrated with energy. That was the power source, the heart of the entire operation.
