Residential Wing of the Sanctum

The residential wing of the Sanctum is a sealed-off corridor of polished stone and dim lighting, its once-luxurious appointments now reduced to functional austerity. Heavy bronze doors line either side, their hinges groaning under decades of disuse, and the air carries the scent of aged wood and faint metallic tang from the sealed ventilation shafts. The enforced quiet presses against the walls like a held breath, broken only by the occasional echo of distant footfalls—Neman’s solitary footsteps marking his passage under Melkur’s watchful gaze. The opulence of its original design lingers in the cracked marble floors and faded murals depicting Traken’s ancient civil councils, but the wing’s segregation has turned it into a holding cell for the imprisoned Consuls, their muffled voices now lost behind reinforced bulkheads.