The massive bronze doors to the Laboratory opened without a sound, as if the building was welcoming its master home.
Inside, Kain stepped into a vast circular foyer—eerily silent, yet not empty. The air hummed with energy, each breath filled with the cool, sterile scent of filtered mana.
The ceiling arched impossibly high above, made of a metal of glass that wasn't glass—something translucent and semi-luminous that allowed the sky to be viewed from within.
The floor was smooth white stone, reminiscent of marble but warmer to the touch, and had seemingly natural thin silver lines in the 'marble' that upon closer inspection appeared to form figures resembling sigils and geometric arrays beneath his feet.
The foyer itself was minimalist compared to the grand exterior, but it was cohesive in the architectural style. Instead of feeling cold and clinical, it felt sacred, like the threshold to something ancient and divine.
