The grand doors to Raxus's sitting room swung open with a quiet hiss, and two figures stepped inside.
Their faces betrayed awe as their eyes darted from one side of the lavish room to the other. This was beyond anything they had imagined. The smooth, polished floors, the leather furniture, and the faint hum of holographic art pieces floating nearby—all of it screamed wealth and power.
Neither of them had ever dreamed they'd get this close to Raxus, let alone be allowed into his fortress.
"Feltin, you seeing this?" one of them whispered, nudging the first man. His voice was barely audible, as if afraid to disturb the air of luxury around them.
"I'm seeing it, Vale," Feltin replied, his tone low but tinged with excitement. He gestured toward the glass in Raxus's hand, its dark liquid swirling ominously. "That drink—Black Clover. They say a sip will take you to realms you can't even imagine."
