It was a massive towering spear of black metal and blue crystal that seemed to pierce the clouds. The dragon sigil spun slowly above it, casting its shadow over the city below.
Security checkpoints waited ahead.
The car slowed.
Every checkpoint scanned the vehicle, then waved them through. At the third gate, a squad of guards in full gear stood ready, but didn't raise a hand.
They knew who was inside.
The final gate opened, revealing a wide stone courtyard and the massive doors of the Conglomerate's inner tower.
The inside of the Calloway Conglomerate's tower was just as imposing as its exterior. Marble floors gleamed under the soft lighting, and the elevators ran silently, guided by mana arrays embedded into the walls.
Margaret stood near the lobby's center.
She was tall, sharply dressed in a tailored gray suit with a red brooch shaped like a fang pinned to her chest.
Her brown hair was tied back in a sleek braid, and her gaze was cold and steady.
