I took a sharp breath. "Let's go then, no point in wasting time."
Seeing me and the Keeper approach the massive doors at the other end of the large hall, Aoife and Inspector John quickly got up and followed us.
"What's going on?" The Inspector asked as soon as they arrived by the doors.
"Remember to not speak unless you're spoken to." I said with a cold voice. "Don't draw any attention to yourselves." I glanced at Fetheion, who simply nodded with a heavy expression. My expression soured. He seemed somewhat surprised when I furrowed my brows and then looked away.
"Shall we?" The Keeper spoke before the doors slowly creaked open. I simply nodded.
The doors opened, revealing a gigantic throne room. The black marble floor was so clean, it was almost shining. Straight across from us, on top of precisely seven steps of stairs, stood a throne. Black as the night, it was made of what looked like darkmetal.
