The gargantuan double doors, woven from the shimmering White-Wood of Vaelith's core, groaned open with a sound like a long-suppressed sigh. It was a pressurized hiss, the breath of an ancient entity finally being released. Dayat stepped forward, his suede boots sinking slightly into the carpet of glowing petals that lined the entryway. Behind him, Dola and Kancil followed; Dola was a silent, alert shadow, while Kancil was so stiff with tension that his movements looked mechanical.
They entered a space that bypassed every human definition of grandeur. This was the Crystal Throne Room.
