The man was a tall, handsome dude with blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes; the woman beside him was petite, with jet-black hair and eyes that stared into one's soul.
When they came out of the room, the man turned around and grabbed at something, and right there space was torn slowly, revealing an amber glowing light behind it.
"This way," he said.
Silva was stunned to see space torn that way, but he kept his calm and walked through it first. He stepped out into a massive white circular hall.
The soft scent of flowers reached his nose; the waft of the hall hugged his skin. The walls were made of beautiful, shiny white marble, similar to the ones on the floor. There were no windows, yet the air flowed perfectly and the entire hall was illuminated.
At the center sat a large white marble table, surrounded by white chairs.
