"What are you waiting for? Come in! My son doesn't have all day." Lucios declared, moving his old bones and paying no attention to Viola's slight dissent.
That was a problem for his granddaughter to solve.
The guards protecting the black castle immediately made way. They bowed even more reverently to Lucios than they did to the patriarch.
The old man guided the young champions, the thrones following close behind, ensuring that no one stepped out of line.
They were led through a well-defended courtyard, through large double gates, and then down a wide, luxurious, dimly lit corridor.
When he reached the doors leading to the throne room, Lucios finally stopped, stepping aside.
With a flick of his finger, the doors opened to reveal their spacious interior.
Rows of large, powerful pillars supported the central structure, its ceiling rising in a concave shape.
