The world inside the door was in complete contrast to the outside. While the outer area looked as if it was barely maintained, the inner section was squeaky clean. No speck of dust could be found on the white floors and walls.
Had it not been for the prison cells on both sides of the corridor, Ashton would have thought he was visiting some high-end hotel to enjoy the weekend.
Moreover, while the undead refrained from openly using alien technology in the cities, they had gone all-out for the actual prison.
"All these-" Anna was too stunned to speak her mind.
"I guess aliens have been a lot closer to us than we thought," Ashton mumbled.
[We have always been closer than you think. Haven't you heard of Area 51? Some type-2 civilisations treated it like a getaway trip from their monotonous life.]
"That's a... news to me," Ashton was a bit surprised about what Astaroth said, but it wasn't the strangest thing he had ever heard.
