The grand mansion of Aurelion rose before them like a fortress of elegance and mystique. Its Gothic spires stretched toward the sky, each adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to shift and shimmer in the dim light, while the faint glow of embedded enchantments pulsed gently along the stone walls. The twins, Clara and Tiara, stood at the threshold, their gazes climbing the mansion's towering heights before falling to the gilded doors that now swung open. Their breaths caught, a mix of awe and hesitation betraying their unease.
A servant in a crisply pressed uniform greeted them with a practiced bow, his movements precise and his demeanor both formal and inviting. "Welcome to the Drakhan mansion. By Earl Drakhan's orders, you are to be treated as members of the household and afforded every comfort during your stay. If there is anything you require, do not hesitate to inform the staff."
