Ezra walked through the familiar grand hallways of Count Griffin's sanctuary. His footsteps echoed off the floor, each step bringing him closer to the throne room. He entered the entrance hall, nodding to the assistant who ushered him in.
As usual, Count Griffin sat on a raised dais, his throne a structure of dark wood and gleaming gold. The lights of the throne room was out, creating a tense atmosphere, different from their previous meetings. The Count's figure was partially obscured by shadows, but the mechanical sound of his breathing filled the space, a constant reminder of his presence.
Ezra approached the dais, his movements controlled and respectful. He knew better than to show any hint of hesitation or fear. As he came to a stop a few paces from the throne, Count Griffin's grating voice echoed through the room.
