The office space was small. Covered wall to wall with books ranging from scientific research notes to historical texts. Classical oaken shelves holding dusty tome clashed with the high tech computers and various monitors. A tall man with pale blue eyes and jet black hair sat at the stainless steel desk. Tapping away at a laptop. "Entry Number 17. I've had very little success on the current project. The cave has shown little evidence to suggest that the architecture is out of place for the location. And I've found no tools or scripture suggesting anything relevant. Hestia is breathing down my neck for reports. But I hate to tell him we've found nothing of worth to anyone beyond some scholars at the history wing. I'm returning to the site today. Let's hope something worth my time comes up.
Later that evening. In the Edofasian Highlands.
A small lorry load of men arena women pulled up to a military checkpoint. The guards were equipped in winter gear. The wind blowing around them kicking up snow. The warm lights of the guard station brightened the pitch black forest around them. The troops waved the truck through after checking everyone's ID's. Pulling forward to a parking area outside of a large cave. Electric lights hung from wires attached to stone walls as a thin wall was put up to keep the wind and animals out. The sound of excavation could be heard from the deep. Diels stood before a foreman. In awe of what he saw before him. The mining drills tip front of him had been completely melted. To hear the young miner tell it. The wall he was working on gave way to something stronger than his rockbreaker. Diels smilled. He was finally back on track.