Arthur's footsteps echoed softly against the cold concrete floor as he ventured deeper into the warehouse, his coat trailing behind him like a dark shadow.
He paused beside towering crates stacked shoulder-high, their lids emblazoned with his sigil,a fierce wolf's head etched in black against shimmering silver.
At his command, soldiers sprang into action, prying open the seals with precision.
Inside the crates lay gleaming equipment that promised adventure: advanced excavation drills, portable specially made resonance scanners that can stand the magnetic field for a few hours, and collapsible floodlights nestled in protective foam.
Smaller cases revealed coils of synthetic rope, plasma cutters tailored for fieldwork, and reinforced exo-harnesses capable of shifting tons of stone.
Arthur ran a hand lightly over the polished edge of one drill, his expression inscrutable.
