A dark violet luminance sliced through the windows, flooding the hallway with eerie light that danced from tile to tile. Intricate patterns etched into the charcoal walls shimmered beneath a purple glow that clung to the ceiling, while a dense, creeping mist wrapped the cold corridor in mystery.
This place was a tame and relatively quiet region. Like the peaceful forests of Pladtioa or Linuxinia, but with a major flaw.
. . .
Footsteps tolled out, followed by a metal door creaking open, allowing the toxic winds to blow through the enclosure.
A dark-haired man hurriedly sprinted through the hallways, with five more people and mechanisms following him. Just by the dreadful look on his face, he knew that he always hated his Queen's dereliction, but it was all to fulfill her "promise."
"Unbelievable."
