With that thought, and leaving behind the bustle of his new demonic workers settling into their rooms, Ryan walked silently down the hallways. He proceeded calmly until he reached the door to the castle's bath.
His muscles still felt tense from the constant meetings and the burden of organizing all the logistics for his growing nation.
Ryan pushed open the wooden door and stepped inside. He breathed in the warm air that filled the room. A soft steam hung in the air, slightly blurring his vision and creating an atmosphere of total tranquility.
Stepping softly over the flagstones freshly polished by the elves, he thought how much this bath reminded him of the sky dungeon's architecture. The spacious design and the use of carved stone shared that same ancient essence.
