The first was a personal archive, a 6x6 room with reinforced scroll racks, mana-paper shelves, and a crystal screen embedded in the wall for reviewing footage from the outpost or Elvira's lab.
He stored everything here: crafting logs, resource charts, battle simulations, and ritual diagrams he'd half-understood during his time with Apophis.
The second was smaller, 4x5, enclosed, with a single chair and a silent mana lamp overhead. His meditation chamber.
Just stone, quiet, and darkness. No distractions. A place to sort through his thoughts...
Ben stood back in the hall, rolling his shoulders. Kitchen. Archives. Meditation chamber. Forge. Barracks. Command Core.
All that was missing now… was what to do next. He turned toward the window again, eyes narrowing on the horizon.
Krahal-Zir stretched wide. Cracked towers, shattered gates, and half-buried streets.
