The council president stood within the pillar of light, clutching the scepter tightly. With each passing second, the indescribable pressure increased a notch.
When he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived on the deck of the "Golden City." The first thing to catch his eye was two magnificent golden sphinx statues. The statues seemed almost alive, their sharp gazes watching him from above, while the crew members, wearing golden masks, ignored his presence, their heads bowed, continuing with their work.
Everyone's face was concealed by the same golden mask, hiding their original appearances.
The silence within the Golden City was uncanny. The council president took a moment to calm himself before heading toward the distant great hall.
A king was awaiting his arrival there.
