Lubin slowly opened his eyes, a throbbing headache in his brain.
A room packed with a noble's aura welcomed his eyes. He was sprawled out on a wide, comfortable, snow-white bed. The walls around him were decorated, and the faint sunshine streamed in through the two enormous French windows.
"Where am I?"
Lubin sprang from his bed, muttering to himself. He ached all over. The last thing he remembered was asking Watson if he were a thief. Finally, something happened, leading him to pass out from exhaustion.
Lubin pushed through the entrance and found himself in a palace-shaped structure encircled by stone walls that sparkled with a platinum luster, with a staircase formed of rock that extended from the palace entrance to the ground.
