Chapter 104: The Surveillance Grid (Part 2)
The heavy iron door to the underground foundry swung open.
The familiar, chaotic noise of Assessment Hub 7 had been replaced by the quiet, focused hum of our own private workspace beneath the Obsidian Bungalow.
Rolf and I descended the spiraling stone stairs. The massive underground lab was bathed in the warm blue light of arcane holographic projectors.
Nyssa and Anise were standing over a wide drafting table, their heads bent together as they calculated load-bearing equations for the Ironclad prototypes.
Kaelith was sharpening her daggers in the corner, while Lysandra sat on a stool nearby, practicing the complex hand seals of her new illusion magic.
"Gather around," I commanded, my baritone voice cutting through the quiet hum of the lab. "The political board just shifted again."
My pack immediately abandoned their tasks. They formed a tight half-circle around the drafting table, their eyes locked on me.
