The space opened into a vast underground complex.
The ceiling was so high that Kenny couldn't see the top at first. Rows of stone balconies perched on the walls.
Bridges and walkways crisscrossed in the open air above. Small platforms for raising and lowering people moved without cables.
The gray-tiled floor below was crowded. Acolytes and Agents walked in tight groups. Clerks sat behind long counters stacked with ledgers and crystal tablets. Messengers hurried past, carrying sealed documents.
Gray and white magical lights floated near the ceiling. Birds made of paper fluttered across the open space, going in and out of the balconies. Runes were carved into pillars thicker than trees. Some glowed faintly, while others were damp and worn, like they'd been there for centuries.
