Kael led Duke Marcus Marveil along the winding path towards his workshop, each step resonating softly against the polished stone floor. The Duke, a man who had seen wonders across his vast domain, found himself entranced by the marvels that lined the path. Unlike the candle-lit exteriors of most noble estates, the approach to Kael's workshop was illuminated by steady, white light emanating from crystalline fixtures embedded in the surrounding walls.
As they approached the main entrance, the glass door before them hissed and slid open automatically with a serpentine grace, revealing the unknown beyond. The Duke halted in his tracks, his eyes widening in astonishment, an involuntary gasp escaping his lips.
