Isiah's heart sank as he surveyed the desolate, crumbling factory before him. The ancient official had explicitly guaranteed that his companions were being held at this exact coordinate, yet the hollow assembly hall offered no physical sign of life.
A cold wave of doubt crept into his mind. Had that broken old fool fed him false intelligence just to buy time? Isiah's frustration boiled over into a dark rage, cursing under his breath as he berated himself for falling for what seemed to be a wild goose chase.
Just as he turned toward the rusted exit, a faint, almost imperceptible energy signature caught his attention. It was distant, buried beneath layers of static, but its fundamental structure was undeniably divine.
