Mikaela led Alfraed through the grand corridors of the central hall, her hand resting lightly on his arm. The walls were lined with tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures, their colors muted but still vibrant in the dim light. The air carried a faint scent of incense, mingling with the earthy aroma of stone. Alfraed's single eye scanned the surroundings, taking in the intricate carvings on the doors and the polished floors that reflected the flickering torchlight.
They turned a corner, and the corridor opened into a vast dining hall. The room was dominated by a long, rectangular table made of dark wood, its surface polished to a mirror-like shine. Plates of gold and silver gleamed under the light of chandeliers, their crystals casting soft rainbows across the walls. Tall windows lined one side of the hall, offering a view of the Demon Country's rugged landscape bathed in twilight.
