Hajin followed the group of applicants out of the main hall and into a long, dimly lit hallway that seemed to stretch much further than the building's exterior suggested.
The walls were made of heavy, reinforced stone and the ceiling was high enough to let the sound of fourteen pairs of boots dissipate before it could even echo. He looked at the various doors they passed, each one reinforced with iron bands and etched with faint magical runes that hummed with a low, steady frequency.
'This place is way bigger than it looks from the street,' he thought, looking at the way the hallway seemed to descend into the ground. 'They must have expanded it with space-warping magic or something. It's like a fortress under the city.'
Allen walked at the front of the line, his hands still resting loosely behind his back as he led them deeper into the facility. He didn't look back as he started to speak, his voice carrying clearly down the length of the hall.
