The sedan sped up a winding mountain road, arriving at a fortress-like estate hidden behind high walls and automated turrets. This was the 'Dragon's Nest,' the nerve center of the Syndicate. Leo was led through grand hallways lined with ancient weapons and high-tech monitors. He felt like an ant in a palace of giants. Every guard they passed snapped to attention, their eyes fixed forward, but Leo could feel their silent judgment. They saw a dishwasher, not a king.