Beneath the city's bustling streets, far below wine cellars, forgotten tunnels, and even the oldest sewer lines, lay a chamber that was never intended for habitation.
This space wasn't carved out for comfort or beauty, nor even for secrecy in the typical sense. Its sole purpose was to ensure that certain conversations remained hidden from the surface world.
The room was expansive yet low-ceilinged, supported by thick stone arches that absorbed sound rather than reflecting it.
Black mineral veins snaked across the walls like frozen lightning, soaking up light and dulling mana, making most perception-based techniques unreliable.
A faint blue glow seeped from narrow crystal seams embedded deep within the stone, just enough illumination to remind those inside that they had not yet gone blind.
