The paladin took a final step forward, pressing his hands against two large wooden doors and pushing.
A flood of light assaulted Leonel's vision, forcing him to squint. By the time his vision cleared, he could only shake his head.
The room was far too bright. Unlike the room he had woken up in after his battle with Lamorak, he found it difficult even open his eyes without a stinging pain assaulting them.
Embroidery of gold and silver raced across the room, forming up into a wide set of stairs that ended in a tall throne with a backrest that reached up to the ceiling.
On the throne, there sat a handsome middle aged man. In fact, Leonel found that just handsome didn't do him much justice. Even the movie stars of Earth women swooned over would look like piles of cowdung before this man. If Leonel placed great emphasis on his own looks, it was likely that even he would start to feel a bit inferior.
