Chapter 644
In a certain warehouse-looking building, Grey sat cross-legged in one of the many rooms, eyes closed and breathing steady.
He had remained in that position for nearly an hour, silently waiting for the materials he requested.
The room was not large, yet not small either.
It was completely bare, empty of furniture, and spacious enough to fit a single elephant with ease. In front of Grey lay a small pile of white chalks arranged neatly on the floor.
Behind him, about three metres away, stood a steel door that served as both exit and entrance.
The metal looked thick, almost reinforced, as if it was designed to contain heat or pressure or something far more dangerous.
For Grey, it was perfect. He would not be interrupted once he began working.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sharp sound cut through the quiet room, breaking his concentration. Grey opened his eyes, and they gleamed with fresh energy.
