The interior of the Chief Ignite Hall was a blend of warmth and efficiency. The registration chamber was a vast, open space with high ceilings adorned with intricate fire-themed carvings. The walls were lined with large murals displaying information about the sect, its history, and the various forger paths.
Ace looked at those murals with great interest while he made his way toward a long, curved desk in the center of the room. It was made of a heat-resistant metal and inlaid with fire-opal.
Behind the desk, a wizened man with gray hair was sitting with closed eyes. When he sensed Ace's approaching, he instantly opened his eyes. A hint of surprise flashed past in his sharp eyes when he saw he wasn't wearing disciple robes. But he didn't jump to conclusions like the middle-aged man at the entrance.
"Greeting, lord elder!" Ace quickly greeted the wizened man as he could tell this wizened man was an expert despite his lukewarm appearance.
