"The acoustic seal on these doors is forged from solid brass."
Magnus Mace pushed the heavy entrance doors open. The giant mercenary stepped into the grand foyer of the Royal Grand Opera House.
Ryan Parker followed him inside.
The venue was the oldest architectural masterpiece in the western hemisphere. It belonged to the Vanguard Bloodline. It was a private temple reserved for the ancient European aristocracy.
The Elysium Summit managed the board of directors. They used the building to flaunt their ancient wealth and mock the public.
Today the temple was empty.
"Venue security abandoned the perimeter," Magnus noted. His deep voice barely echoed in the foyer. The polished mahogany walls absorbed the sound instantly.
"They did not abandon it," Ryan corrected him. "They were dismissed
