Zenon entered the hall of the Gate Association headquarters. The place was a hive of movement—agents rushing back and forth, talking into earpieces, typing furiously, coordinating rescue efforts and Gate data. The entire building pulsed with urgency, the air thick with tension and the hum of mana detectors.
Dana led him forward, heels clicking briskly across the polished floor. She pressed the elevator button, and the doors slid open with a soft chime. Inside, the atmosphere shifted—quieter, more composed. But as the elevator ascended, Zenon could already feel it: pressure, power, and the presence of immense mana.
When the doors opened on the top floor, it felt like stepping into another world. Sleek offices lined the corridor, but the people here were different—calmer, more focused. Gif
