The next day, Dravon arrived and took us to the place he had prepared without saying much.
It was buried deep in the second layer, far from the main routes and even farther from where wounded soldiers gathered. From the outside, it looked like nothing more than another reinforced storage bunker, one of many scattered across the layer.
Thick slabs of dark stone floated together, held in place by dense Essence bindings. No markings. No identifiers. Just a structure built to endure.
Inside, it felt abandoned.
Broken weapons were stacked along the walls. Cracked armor plates lay piled in corners. Some still carried dried blood. Broken machine parts, construction materials lay in another corner. The air was stale. This wasn't a place meant for people. It was a place meant to forget things.
"This is where you want him brought?" I asked, letting my eyes sweep the room.
Dravon nodded. "No one comes here unless they're ordered to. Even then, they don't stay long."
