The southern winds off the Noctis coast carried a dry, metallic taste of iron and dust that clung to your tongue like an unwelcome reminder.
In the quiet outskirts of Kargath,a land where borders were more theoretical lines on a map than actual control,an abandoned shipping yard loomed under the dim glow of sodium lamps.
At its heart stood a warehouse, towering at forty meters with thick corrugated walls reinforced by composite plating.
Floodlights perched on the roof like vigilant sentinels, casting eerie shadows around.
Outside, two armored vehicles idled quietly, their engines humming softly as armed sentries scanned the darkness for any sign of trouble.
Inside, the air was cooler but just as sharp. This place felt like a cathedral of steel and shadows.
Crates were stacked in neat grids along the edges, leaving a massive oval table clear at the center,think war-room scale,surrounded by eight seats.
Seven were filled.
