House Silren's headquarters didn't look like a political power.
Where Velran's building impressed with crystalline splendor and Morveth's fortress intimidated with dark architecture, the House of Knowledge occupied a structure that resembled nothing so much as an enormous library crossed with a research facility. Scrolls and crystals lined every wall, information storage devices from a dozen different civilizations humming with preserved wisdom.
Dante felt the weight of it the moment he crossed the threshold, centuries of accumulated secrets pressing against his consciousness like a physical force.
"They collect everything," Ravenna murmured beside him. "Every scrap of information that passes through Umbral ends up here eventually."
