A mansion made of midnight blue quartz was a bewildering sight to the envoy and her companions. Every step felt heavy inside the monotone mansion, and with every step, the click of heel to stone echoed in the back of their skulls. Servants of Klesimeth, with their senses dulled, felt nothing in response to the echo, but for the Red Madam and even the Mistress, the sound was as piercing as a nail being hammered into their skulls.
"This way." Walking in front of the guests, a pair of twin maids motioned the group to follow them. Wearing the same umbrella-like veil with their bodies laid bare underneath, the girls walked the group upstairs while the sharp echoes instilled a migraine in everyone's head. "The oracles are just beyond this door. Please make your own way in."
