What used to be a vibrant place that represented the peak of technology before the arrival, was now a rundown building only someone with a knack for archaeology or history would recognize. There were absolutely no traces of its past glory, the beautiful polished wood floor of the past was now a dark wood cracked mess, the sophisticated walls were merged into the wall of the east district.
Uriel walked inside the building tailed by both rowdy men, in spite of them being deathly afraid of that place, but Phlox decided not to tag along because she had no business in an old museum and she wanted to get up early to sell the flux orbs Uriel handed to her at the Cryptid Hunting agency.
"Are you sure it's safe?" The skinny man asked.
"I'm hoping it's not, but you guys are free to go if you want."
