The guards led Garion and Rachel through several long corridors before finally stopping in front of a large guest room.
The room was extremely luxurious, with crimson-black walls, golden dragon patterns, soft volcanic crystal lamps, and a wide window that showed the broken-star fortress outside.
After the guards left, the door closed behind them, and for a moment, the room became quiet.
Rachel slowly turned toward Garion. "Garion."
Garion looked around the room with interest. "Not bad. Their guest room is pretty good."
Rachel stared at him. "Hey."
Garion finally turned his head. "What?"
Rachel pointed back toward the direction of the palace. "Why the hell did you do that?"
Garion blinked innocently. "Do what?"
Rachel's pink-gold eyes narrowed slightly. "You know exactly what I mean."
Atlas floated near the ceiling and immediately nodded.
[Yes. Please explain why you nearly turned an Intermediate-Rank God's palace into a pressure cooker.]
