They were escorted past the long, envious line, through a shimmering, energy-field entryway that tingled against Nero's skin as he passed.
Then, he stepped inside, and the world detonated.
The transition was absolute. The sound was a tidal wave, a complex, layered track of synth-melodies and a driving, primal beat that hammered against his eardrums.
Dum! Dudu Dum ~
Strobing lights, lasers, and floating holographic patterns danced across the vast, multi-level space, painting the air itself. The floor beneath his feet was made of some light-conductive material, glowing and shifting its hues in perfect sync with the music, making it seem as if he was walking on a shallow pool of liquid rainbows. The air was thick, almost soupy, with a cocktail of scents: expensive perfumes and colognes, the sharp, sweet tang of spilled alcohol, and the faint, clean smell of ozone from the mana-charged lighting systems that powered the entire spectacular display.
