"Come in," said Elion, pushing the door open with a slight movement of his wrist. The doorknob didn't even need to be turned—the magic embedded in the structure seemed to recognize his presence, opening the passage with a soft, almost conspiratorial whisper.
Kael hesitated for a brief second before crossing the threshold. What he saw left him... stunned.
The room was spacious, much more so than the motel's discreet facade suggested. The walls were made of polished stone, but warmed by beams of magical light that wound like enchanted vines, emitting a soft, amber glow. Carpets floated lightly above the floor, as if they had been enchanted to keep dust from accumulating. The air had a sweet, almost intoxicating scent—a mixture of rose petals, mint leaves, and something deeper, like melted amber and ancient relics.
But what really made an impact was the... bed.
