Quinlan grinned from three streets away, where he could hear everything because his perception range was absurd and eavesdropping on his new subjects was technically part of governance.
'Floors. Right. The floors are going to get interesting in about twenty minutes.'
He finished the current residential block, stepped back, and turned his attention deep downward.
The earth beneath the settlement was layered. Topsoil, clay, dense stone, deeper stone. He pushed his awareness through it like threading a needle through fabric, feeling the strata shift and compress as the depth increased. Ten meters. Fifteen. Twenty.
There. A pocket of solid bedrock, sealed on all sides by harder stone. Natural containment.
He reached in with earth manipulation and hollowed the pocket out, expanding it into a chamber roughly fifteen meters across and ten meters tall. The walls of the chamber were solid stone, thick enough to contain what he was about to put inside.
The question was how to fill it.
