"..." My mother carries me through the castle until we reach a large door that looks somewhat unsettling, but as soon as she opens it, I see an elegant room with real furniture, which makes me look down at myself.
I'm naked, smelling of blood and destruction, and I look like a wild animal that hasn't bathed in ages—there's no water here in the Abyss, so cleaning myself is only possible with magic.
"Your room is great, Mother. It's been a long time since I've seen real furniture," I say honestly. It's been so long since I've seen actual furniture; Abyss culture is too primitive.
"Yes, it truly is one of the few places in the Abyss with real furniture, instead of chunks of stone, purple crystals, or some sort of power-formed furnishings," she says, setting me down on the floor.
What catches my eye most in her room are the books. There's a large bookshelf with so many defensive enchantments that even I find it impossible to break.
