The sound of footsteps echoed in a silent and dark hallway. The place became still as the man stood before a pair of large doors. Two concise knocks sounded out as the man waited to enter the room.
With a creak, the aged yet well-maintained doors quickly opened. They revealed a large hall, to be precise, a throne room.
"Your majesty...!" The man said surprised, he only knocked to make sure no one was there.
"What brings you here, son?" The middle-aged king asked his son as he cleaned his sword with a soft cloth. He was standing next to the throne so casually but his figure still seemed imposing to the prince.
"That…" Thus the prince hesitated. He could only thank his foresight for not using his own key to open the door or this situation would be far more awkward.
Suddenly, a warp in space appeared in the middle of the throne room. Out of it came out an old man. This was Eon, he was the only one that owned the throne room's coordinates after all.
