Michael closed the ancient tome, a predatory gleam in his eyes. This library, this entire pocket dimension… it was a treasure trove of knowledge, of power waiting to be unlocked. And he was just getting started.
"Lenora," he said, turning to his trusted lieutenant, "change of plans. We're not taking this stuff back to the Dark Castle. It's too much, and it'll take forever to move it all." He gestured towards the library, the piles of loot, the sprawling palace itself. "We're taking over this whole damn dimension."
Lenora raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Take it over, boss? What do you mean?"
"I mean… it's ours now. This whole place. The palaces, the libraries, the whole shebang. We'll set up outposts, secure the perimeter, make it an extension of the Dark Castle."
