Northern stretched after thinking about fetching Nyssira. He took a moment to once again proudly appreciate the scenery of the shadow-consumed forest beneath him—the way darkness pooled between the trees like liquid, the silence that hung over everything he'd claimed.
'I'm awesome, goodness! I need to glaze myself more.'
He often forgot how much of a powerhouse he was. Forgot way too many times. Moments like this helped him remember.
Northern exhaled and exited the top level where he stood. The inside of the Storm Bastion had transformed as much as the outside. The roaring engines were gone, solidified into impenetrable walls and floors. The structure of the rooms had rotated, switched into a leveling pattern—eighteen levels of floor in total, with Northern's level being the topmost.
He descended to the mid-level where the Power Room of the Tower was.
