White marble reflected light softly across polished floors. A beige reception counter stood near the entrance, Nexus engraved boldly behind it. Pathways branched left and right toward separate chambers.
She stepped forward slowly, boots clicking against stone rather than wood. The air inside felt crisp, perfectly balanced at eighteen degrees regardless of the heat outside.
Large rooms waited to house vehicles and heavy weapons. Smaller rooms suited firearms and ammunition displays. At the far end of the right corridor, a staircase led upward into a residence expansive enough to rival minor noble estates.
Twelve rooms.
Chandeliers.
Paintings.
Furnished sofas and carved beds.
"Worth every coin," she murmured, a low whistle escaping her lips.
Seeing the blueprint had been impressive. Standing within it was transformative.
For the rest of the day, she crafted weapons methodically, while Zion and Noah arranged displays with mechanical precision.
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