Macmillan moved through the brightly lit corridors of Count Griffin's sanctuary, each step echoing in the oppressive silence. The grandeur of this part of the hotel, with its ornate carvings and opulent decor, felt like a mockery of his current situation. His normally confident stride was replaced with one of uncertainty and fear.
He had always prided himself on being untouchable, but now, the realization that Ezra was out for his blood made him desperate.
As he approached the grand double doors of Griffin's private chamber, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. A single armored guard stood on one side of the entrance, their eyes cold and unyielding. They nodded and opened the door, allowing Macmillan to enter.
