The Earth Faction's stronghold smelled of antiseptic and iron.
Kael followed the enforcer down a corridor of polished black stone, his boots echoing against walls lined with glowing Etherite conduits.
Lira had been taken to a medical bay—a sterile chamber where white-coated acolytes muttered over her blighted body, their instruments humming with sterile light.
He'd seen her one last time through a reinforced glass panel, her skin waxen and translucent, the violet corruption now threading through her lips like sutures.
The enforcer, a woman named Veyra, walked with the rigid precision of a blade. Her armor, unlike the grunts in the courtyard, was filigreed with gold—a spiderweb of delicate chains etched into the chestplate.
She said nothing until they reached a chamber deep in the mountain's belly. The door hissed open, revealing a circular room dominated by a table carved from a single slab of Nexus-forged obsidian.