Torches burst into life one after another as footsteps echoed down the dark corridor. The fiery light illuminated two hooded people as they passed, casting upon them like impeccably programmed spotlights, following their progress along the hallway.
But the shadows frolicking on the coarse, stone walls fell upon their faces, hiding them further under the darkness of their cloaks, and their urgent strides left nothing but the golden glint of the intricate trimmings on their velvet capes. When at last the pair reached the heavy door at the end of the passage, one of them unceremoniously wrenched it open, making it groan loudly in protest.
"Ritz, you beckoned?"
Ivan of Kres' booming voice echoed in the room, as his fingers pulled back his cloak to reveal his crimson head atop his handsome face. It had been a couple of days since they had last seen each other, and he had thought that the King of Heaven had totally succumbed to depression.
