As the elevator descended to the final underground floor and the golden doors slowly slid apart, Kyle felt as though he had stepped into an entirely different world.
For a brief moment, he simply stood there.
The place didn't resemble a weapon store.
It felt more like a sanctuary built for warriors.
Soft white lights flowed across the ceiling in clean geometric patterns, reflecting against polished black marble floors that gleamed like still water.
The air carried a faint metallic scent mixed with something colder and refined, the kind of atmosphere expensive places always seemed to possess.
And then there were the weapons.
Rows upon rows of them.
Beautiful and at the same time, terrifying.
Perfectly preserved beneath carefully angled lighting that made every edge glimmer sharply.
Kyle's breath unconsciously slowed as his eyes wandered across the massive hall.
He wasn't much into weapons but this...this could leave anyone in awe.
