Arthur walked through a doorway that appeared in the throne room's far wall.
The passage led him deeper into the palace complex. His new emperor's armor moved with him smoothly, responding to his thoughts like a second skin.
The golden plates gleamed under the ambient light that filled these ancient halls.
He followed the pull of his memories. Each step took him closer to something he had prepared long ago.
The corridor stretched ahead, lined with pillars carved from white jade. Arrays glowed faintly along the walls, protective formations that had lasted over one hundred thousand years without weakening.
After walking for several minutes, Arthur reached another massive doorway. This one was sealed by a barrier of golden light.
Runes covered the door's surface, forming patterns that would be impossible for anyone else to decipher. But Arthur recognized his own work. He placed his hand against the barrier.
