The elevator finally reaches its destination with a jolting thud. Your host pulls the lever and begins working the crank again. The door opens.

You enter a short hallway with another metal door. Your host leads you to the door, double-checking that you are wearing your blindfolds and reminding you to put them in place with gestures. When you put it on, you can still mostly see through it, but your vision is muted by the cloth.

Your host opens the door using a lever. It slides open, and your vision is assaulted by a bright gleaming light. You involuntarily shield your eyes, and suddenly the blindfold doesn't seem good enough. Even your host, expecting this, is shielding his face.

Eventually, your eyes adjust enough to get a good look inside. The ceiling, high up above, is what is so bright. It gleams white, so brightly that for a moment you think you have come outside again. There are four sloping walls, as though you are inside a tremendous pyramid.

Some way in, you see a darker area. Your eyes are grateful to have something other than brilliant white to look at. It's hard to make out due to the brightness, but you think you can make out the dimensions. It's at least twenty meters tall, and is broad enough that it shades a twenty- or thirty-meter radius beneath it.

Your host gently takes Forim's arm and begins to lead you towards it.

Anders was sure the spots before his eyes were going to be permanent and the headache would be a long one. Either way it looked as if they had made it to the right place and he was relatively in one piece so win win.

When the time came he follows their host when he begins to move.


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Forim obligingly follows trying to force his eyes to adjust quicker.  What he wouldnt give for an auto dimming cockpit...