Damien walked forward calmly, the faint murmurs still trailing behind him as he approached the large gates ahead.
The postures of the guards at the entrance straightened as he neared, their gazes sweeping briefly over his frame before settling on his face.
Without a word, Damien reached into his pocket and pulled out the golden card. Its polished surface shimmered under the light, catching their eyes immediately.
The moment they saw it, both guards froze.
They exchanged quick glances with each other, their expressions turning solemn and respectful in an instant.
Then, as if on silent command, both men bowed slightly and stepped aside, opening the gates.
"Welcome," one of them said in a low, respectful tone, his eyes still on the card.
The metallic hinges creaked faintly as the gates swung open, revealing the path leading further inside.
Behind Damien, several gasps echoed through the crowd that had gathered nearby.
"A… a golden invitation!" someone whispered.
