Soon, Atlas and I arrived at the warehouse area he mentioned. It was more of a concealed complex situated ten miles from Foswood’s southern mountains. The place was more extensive and organized than I had imagined. No wonder Atlas referred to it as the storage area.

Although it was late at night, the place was as bright as day and resembled a tiny city. Even a Foswood native wouldn’t know about such a massive warehouse. Atlas wasn’t exaggerating when he described the place as heavily guarded.