Soon, they arrived at the Reporting Hall of the Thirty Third Hall. The building stood solemnly at the heart of the district, its dark stone walls etched with ancient draconic runes that glowed faintly, giving off an air of authority and order. Disciples entered and exited quietly, their expressions serious, as if even raising their voices here would be considered disrespectful.
"Go and report yourself," Carl said calmly, stopping at the entrance and gesturing for Max to proceed.
Max nodded and stepped inside. The interior was far simpler than he expected, yet it carried a weight that made him straighten his posture unconsciously. A long counter stretched across the hall, behind which several deacons sat, processing disciples one after another.
