Midas blinked his eyes at the moment of his entry into the golden-speckled doorway and found himself in a white room.
So nostalgic.
He had been in there twice already and this was the room he would always go to after every Trial's completion. This time, he was coming in after about three weeks out in the Trial.
And yet, even as he stood there, Midas could tell that this white room, familiar yet different, was special in comparison to the rest.
And that was because of one thing. He was surrounded by unfamiliar faces with unfamiliar bodies and constitutions.
They were diverse, with some walking on four feet and others two, some were even slithering along in bulky or lean bodies. Some were made from a sludge-like material while others looked like they were made out of solid metal.
Diversity at its finest.
The Alien faces, each bearing a unique visage, surrounded Midas and Midas could not help but be taken aback.
