The heavy iron doors swung shut behind Morgan with a low, airless thud, cutting off the vast outer hall and leaving him in absolute stillness.
"Well, here goes nothing..."
For a long moment, Morgan did not move. He stood just inside the threshold, his weight shifted slightly onto his uninjured left leg.
The room did not conform to the grand, oppressive spectacle one might expect of a Sovereign's sanctuary.
Morgan's gaze swept across the room.
There were no ranks of guards standing at rigid attention.
There was no towering throne carved from bone, no oppressive ethereal pressure descended.
Instead, the chamber felt uncluttered, silent, and strangely tranquil.
It was vast, its far side dominated by an enormous, seamless wall of dark, polished glass looking out over the floating ruins and inverted rivers of the Realm Between.
Yet the interior arrangements were almost mundane.
