Oh? What for?"
The figure shrugged. "They don't tell me."
He guided Zenyph through the maze of corridors and hallways, leading him to a set of large double doors, decorated with intricate carvings.
The figure turned to Zenyph, his expression inscrutable, as he placed a hand on the door.
Zenyph nodded, his body tensing with anticipation. The doors creaked open, revealing a brightly lit room with a round table surrounded by ornate chairs.
As Zenyph stepped inside, he heard the doors slam shut behind him. He glanced back, but the figure had disappeared.
The room was silent, empty. The walls were lined with portraits of Saphirella's ancestors, each portrait holding a secret, a mystery.
In the center of the room stood a massive table, its surface covered with maps and documents, all bearing the seal of the Slime Kingdom.
