Peace-loving Residence.
Gray hesitated briefly before pushing open the grand wooden gates, their weight groaning as if echoing his trepidation. Stepping inside, he was immediately met with an oppressive silence. Numerous gazes fell on him, dissecting every movement with the precision of predators sizing up their prey.
Keeping his expression neutral, Gray walked forward with practiced confidence, though each step felt like a march into an unseen trap. The luxurious carpet muffled his footsteps, its intricate patterns weaving stories of myth and legacy.
The hall itself was a testament to the Peace-loving family's grandeur. High-quality wooden furniture adorned with carvings of mythical beasts and figures filled the room. A massive chandelier, its golden glow illuminating every corner, hung above, radiating an air of opulence. To his right, a display of swords hung in perfect symmetry, their sharp edges glinting ominously in the light.
