Jian Ci stepped into the elevator, the rain still dripping from his hood, his gaze fixed forward.
Inside the elevator, the soldier shifted uneasily, his eyes flicking toward Jian Ci. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but the suffocating weight of Jian Ci's aura pressed down on him like a storm. His lips moved, then closed again, the words swallowed by fear.
The elevator shuddered to a halt, and the doors slid open. The soldier stuttered, voice trembling. "W-we are here."
Jian Ci stepped out, his stride deliberate, the soldier trailing behind him. They moved down a narrow corridor until they reached a massive reinforced double door, its surface layered with steel and psychic shielding. The soldier tapped the panel, his voice pitched with respect. "General, your guest has arrived."
From within, a deep voice answered, calm and commanding. "Let him in."
"Yes, General," the soldier replied quickly. He opened the doors, then stepped aside, bowing his head as Jian Ci entered.
