The cold air inside the massive warehouse felt like a physical weight, thick with the pungent, biting aroma of fresh gunpowder and aged wood. Zeven stepped silently through a fractured side entrance, his dark coat blending seamlessly with the shadows that stretched across the cold concrete floor. Rows upon rows of heavy wooden crates were stacked high toward the corrugated iron ceiling, creating a dark, cavernous maze. His pitch-black eyes quickly scanned the facility, instantly locking onto a brightly lit clearing near the centre of the structure. The resonance of the mental howl from the city centre still vibrated faintly in his blood, but his focus was now entirely fixed on the immediate target ahead.
"Make sure the seals on these crates are tight, because the high council will not tol
