Cyrus walked into the Strategic Command Hall located in Zone 35, deep inside the central spiraling tower that rose like the heart of the entire Ark.
The room felt massive the moment he stepped through the reinforced doors, perfectly circular with walls that stretched from floor to ceiling covered in holographic displays ready to come alive at a single command.
At the exact center sat the command chair, built with a solid, throne-like design that gave a clear view of every surface around it, its surface smooth and cool under his hand as he lowered himself into it.
The air in here carried a faint electronic hum, cleaner and more controlled than even the research zones, and the lighting adjusted automatically to a soft, focused glow that kept the focus on the displays rather than anything else.
