Wil's steps were quiet, steady, his gaze fixed forward. The echo of their footsteps trailed behind them like soft percussion.
A small entourage of suits and guards followed at a respectful distance. "I needed to check on something," Wil replied. "Let's head to the research wing."
Storm's smile faded slightly as his brows arched. "The research wing? You mean… the 94th? But it wasn't ready yet."
Wil nodded, "I know."
No further questions were asked. Not until the elevator doors slid shut and they were alone, surrounded by black steel and quiet hums.
Storm folded his arms. "You could've just asked for the reports. Master doesn't need to trouble himself to come all the way."
"I have other things to do at Ares City, Storm. Not just on the company's business."
The 94th floor opened to a controlled chaos of blinking LEDs, server racks half-installed, and technicians in anti-static suits darting between stations.
