The door swung open.
Inside was a grand and spacious hall, with luxurious carpets spread across the floor. Marble-like, smooth tiles were neatly lined along the surrounding walls.
Tapestries, precious decorations, and portraits of ancestor kings were orderly displayed above.
Looking into the farthest part of the hall, there was a slightly elevated platform. Atop the platform, a simple metallic throne stood imposingly.
On the throne, the burly man was dressed in rich yet simple robes, seated above.
In his hand, it seemed he was holding some papers, while two knights in heavy armor silently stood guard behind the throne.
As Alka and the others pushed the door open.
Kriel lifted his head and saw the figure of the guard falling at the doorway as the door opened.
The two knights behind him, with lightning speed, instantaneously noticed something was wrong and immediately drew their weapons to shield him.
A tear in space appeared behind the throne.
