The War for the North[15]
After the meal, a silent and obedient maid guided Cassian through the labyrinthine corridors leading to the castle's lower levels.
As they descended underground, the cold of the stone walls gave way to a gentle, humid, and warm airflow.
The maid stopped in front of a massive sliding door made of frosted glass, etched with intricate runes.
Bowing respectfully, she handed Cassian the thick, soft towels and clean, comfortable clothes from the basket she carried.
"Enjoy yourself, sir," the maid said, her voice a whisper. Then, disappearing into the shadows, she left Cassian alone with that massive door.
Cassian took a deep breath. He inhaled the scent of sulfur and exotic flowers in the air. He placed his hand on the cold surface of the door and pushed.
The door slid aside with surprising lightness, and the view inside hit Cassian's face with a magnificence that shattered all his expectations and imagination.
"Wow..."
