The night was deep.
A bright glow spilled over a building that was six stories high and shaped like a triangular ring. White light shone on the plain gray tiles, illuminating the entire building with clarity.
Each tile exuded a solemn and majestic aura, under which lay an exceptionally strong defense capability. Various powerful protective measures intricately intertwined, blocking even a fly from entering.
"Patrolling every day seems completely unnecessary."
In the dimly lit corridor, where one could barely see their hand in front of them, a man in a blue Union work uniform adjusted his glasses as he walked slowly with another person.
The corridor was unlit, pitch black; ordinary people would be as good as blind walking here.
But the man walked effortlessly in the dark, deftly avoiding a trash bin ahead as if the darkness meant nothing to him.
Whether the lights were on or not made no real difference to him.
Because he was wearing glasses!
