As the two entered the flat, the scenery changed before their eyes. The crude interior of the residence vanished, and a closet door slowly opened, revealing a secret pathway that was connected to a dark stairway.
Arthur glanced at Ijskoud, who reciprocated. The two carefully navigated through the dim surroundings, walking down the stairway carefully. Eventually, they arrived before a tiny opening that led them to a vast world of light.
As their eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room, Arthur and Ijskoud continued to converse like true brothers, deepening their bond. Arthur sneered internally, writhing in agony at the fakeness of his facade.
However, he continued to maintain the most believable smile he could muster.
The bright hall was illuminated by fancy, massive, golden chandeliers along with plates coated with a layer of mana to produce light. The chandeliers were simply hung as decorations and were the origin of only a small amount of light.
