Chapter 117: The Warlord's Summons
The hallway of the central spire was dead silent.
Draven walked slowly over the thick crimson carpet. He reached the heavy, reinforced steel doors at the end of the corridor. He was here to meet Commander Helion Goldmane and he ahd a feeling he will need to reveal his cards here.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Enter," a deep, rumbling voice echoed from inside.
Draven pushed the heavy doors open and stepped into the massive office.
The room was dimly lit, smelling of old leather and sharp ozone. For the first time since he had reincarnated into this world, Draven felt a genuine, prickling sense of nervousness.
The man sitting behind the massive oak desk was not a simulation program or a corrupt noble. He was humanity's absolute apex.
Lord Commander Helion Goldmane.
"Sit," Helion commanded, gesturing to a heavy leather chair opposite him.
Draven sat down.
