'That's just a few hundred miles away from the Thule Federation.' Leon's mind reeled back to the details from the books he had read on the universe, the world, and the borders.
"That's closer to us, right?" he said, his voice echoing slightly in the stairwell.
"Yeah," Mr. Lee responded with a thin smile, then tilted his gaze toward the path in front of them. He didn't say anything.
Silence ruled between them as they walked for ten minutes, descending the stairwell from the seventh floor.
Every floor they moved past had its own design and elements, subtly changing the atmosphere. The corridors widened, the air smelling of polished wood and a faint scent of sunflowers.
On the second floor, Mr. Lee pushed open a set of double doors that seemed different from all the other ones they had walked through or moved past.
These ones were heavier, made of dark oak with reinforced metal bands, and made no sound when they swung inward.
