As Kent approached the Southern Resting Palace, the whispers grew louder and clearer.
His Golden Throne floated down, depositing him at the foot of the tightly shut palace doors. The structure looked even more ancient and imposing than the northern palace, its surface cracked and covered with the crimson tendrils of invasive vines.
For a moment, all was silent except for the faint rustling of the wind. Kent leaned forward and stared at the door for details.
Then, he heard it—again. The mysterious voice became more obvious as he heard loud laughter.
"Hehehe… Puny Human… Show me your strength…"
The voice was louder now, with a mocking edge that itching Kent nerves. Kent turned around, his fists clenching as he scanned the area around him.
"Who's there? Reveal yourself if you have guts!" Kent roared, his voice echoed against the cracked walls of the palace.
A faint, wicked laugh echoed again in response.