The soft click of my heels on the metal flooring echoes through the halls of the Fortress. The path to the Duke's office isn't a long one, but the high ceilings make the halls seem endless; even moreso at night.

The Fortress of Mesopide was an anomaly of sorts, it's own society in an underwater tomb. I never much understood the point.

And yet I find myself lost in thought as I pass over the bridge, the chaos of the Mesopide lingering just beyond my focus.