As the door opened, Bryan walked in with a calm expression on his face. The moment he stepped in, the first thing he felt was the immensity of his Father's presence. Although the Emperor wasn't actively emitting his presence, just him existing made everyone feel the overwhelming difference between him and them, a gap that could never be bridged easily.
A long red carpet stretched from the door, extending towards a grand throne up ahead that stood upon a small flight of stairs, where the Emperor sat with nonchalant ease and calmness, his posture radiating absolute authority.
The walls were decorated to match the man, the existence that sat within; the walls were lined with paintings and rare gems of immeasurable value. But Bryan didn't glance at any of this, he simply walked forward and lowered himself into a bowing position as he spoke.
"I greet His Royal Majesty," he stated with a respectful tone.
