Noah stood before the golden doors of THE Villa Dei Boscoreale.
Around him, Lunaris, Ophelia, and seven other Polemarchs touched the Merit points on their togas simultaneously. Their authority flowed into the ancient seals protecting this vault, recognizing them as worthy guardians granting access to one they deemed worthy.
The golden doors flung outward and opened!
Ancient light spilled from within, carrying warmth that spoke of treasures accumulated across eons.
The door and the villa itself almost seemed to be purely decorative. The external structure outside was just that, a structure. Inside was a place spanning countless distances. A pocket of reality that existed independent of normal spatial limitations.
Noah went down and played with Skoll's head.
"I'll be right back."
