Dark halls extended for kilometers with no windows, intersections, or even curves, but despite no doors, a figure suddenly appeared walking down the metal gangplank.
He had impossibly beautiful features and finely combed back white hair from his ash gray skin. His disturbing eyes looked contemplative as he reviewed the latest reports.
No one met him in the corridor but his fine dark satin robes never seemed to touch the surface of the floor despite covering his feet. The sharp sound of boot steps revealed his footwear easily, yet he suddenly frowned as confirmation came in to them.
The Great One had reached out to warn them of a thorn in their plans but he felt like that was a vast understatement. The soulless tools they had created were working perfectly.
They had nearly conquered the entire 3rd layer as planned to keep the Sovereign Tiers isolated until the plan succeeded. It was only supposed to be a few centuries but it turned into over a million years.
