Orion gently lowered Finn to the ground the moment they arrived before a massive pair of doors. The doors towered several meters high.
Finn stared at them for a long moment before finally speaking.
"Tell me that's not actually gold," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me the doors were simply painted with some kind of paint that looks like gold."
Orion chuckled softly.
"Anything you see here is made from pure gold, Finn," he replied. "The people of this world don't truly understand its value the way people on Earth do. If I could somehow bring even a single gold bar back to Earth, I'd never have to worry about money again."
As he spoke, Orion stepped closer to the enormous doors and placed his palm against the smooth golden surface.
Immediately, the doors began to move.
A deep rumbling sound echoed through the hallway as the giant doors slowly swung open.
Without hesitation, Orion stepped inside, and Finn quickly followed behind him.
