The passage curved ahead, disappearing into shadows that seemed to pulse with their own rhythm. Yuki moved through them with perfect confidence, as if she could navigate these halls blindfolded. "I love to have privacy for this," she said over her shoulder, her voice carrying clearly in the confined space. "The others – they're content with the standard chambers, the formal settings. But true power requires intimacy, requires a space where all pretenses can be set aside and the real work can begin."
Eren followed her through the winding passage. The air grew warmer, humid, carrying a faint, clean scent like fresh rain. Then, the corridor opened up. They stepped into a vast, open chamber, bathed in a soft, bluish light that seemed to come from the water itself.
