Twenty minutes slipped by.
Taking advantage of his freedom, Revan scoured the giant facility alone. He meticulously scanned every corner of the room, ensuring no hidden routes or crucial clues were missed.
He started with the row of giant transparent cylindrical tanks. One wipe of the dusty glass told him everything—thick blood-red residue had long since dried into dark crusts along the inner surface. The multi-tiered iron cube structures came next, and yielded nothing but empty rooms that carried the specific stillness of a place vacated in a hurry, by people who didn't look back.
After sweeping the entire area, he arrived at one highly aggravating conclusion: there wasn't a single important item left in this main hall. Except for the nine colorful iron doors scattered across the surrounding walls.
Revan stood in the middle of the room, staring blankly at the row of colorful doors.
The vein on his temple, which had twitched way too often today, felt like it was about to snap.
