The Throne Hall [Part-2]
Leon chuckled quietly.
"Ah. Of course."
Their footsteps continued along the corridor, echoing softly through the vast hallway.
Step after step, the quiet rhythm of their movement blended with the gentle hum of the palace itself.
Eventually—
They reached its end.
The corridor opened into a wide chamber where two enormous doors stood waiting.
For a moment, everyone slowed.
There stood two enormous doors.
Art filled the space where doors should be.
From stacked sheets of bright silver and rich gold came these massive doors. Carved into their face: snakes twisting through blooming lotuses, never still. At the middle sat the seven-headed naga - Nagarath's mark - pressed deeply into metal. Each snakehead wore a ring of small stones, catching any hint of glow nearby.
Twisting dragon tails formed the shape of even the handles.
