"We're here" One of the lower ranked officials announced.
The rest of the officials came down the carriage, I and their head came down last.
The Regulators' headquarters rose like a fortress, built of dark stone etched with faintly glowing runes. Spires climbed above the walls, each tipped with a steady silver flame. A massive iron gate, stamped with their chain-emblem, stood as the only way inside.
The gate groaned open, revealing a courtyard paved with obsidian tiles that pulsed faintly with runes. Officials in silver-trimmed coats moved in strict lines, but the moment I stepped through, their rhythm faltered. Silence pressed down on the space, every eye fixed on me.
Ignoring their gazes, I followed the officials and stepped into the headquarters.
Their wooden doors opened with a low creak, and I stepped into the headquarters.
The inside wasn't what I expected of an organization that practically ruled over battles, it looked more like a bureaucrat's nest.
