Chapter 382: Tears of the Goddess and the Crystal Ball

The corridor was a sterile white, illuminated by recessed lighting strips that cast no shadows. It felt less like a part of a harbor warehouse and more like the interior of a futuristic laboratory or a military bunker. The air was cool, filtered, and carried the faint hum of powerful machinery operating somewhere deep within the facility. Ramon Baxter followed Webster, his steps silent on the polished concrete floor, his expression a mask of calm neutrality. Webster, on the other hand, seemed...