Felix strode ahead, the sound of his footsteps softly echoing against the polished floor. The corridor's lights sparkled off his crisp white coat, creating a striking contrast with the deepening shadows in front of him.
Nixie trailed closely behind, her pink hair bouncing with each excited step she took.
"I can't believe we're going this far in! I'm finally about to see the vault's inner depths," she said, her voice filled with awe. "It feels like we're entering the very heart of the world!"
Beside them floated a silver box, about the size of a suitcase, its surface intricately adorned with patterns that seemed to come alive.
Suddenly, it began to glow.
A soft white light poured out as if awakening something inside.
Moments later, like a gentle spark igniting, a tiny figure emerged, no larger than Felix's hand. Dressed in a pristine white tuxedo complete with gloves and polished shoes, he had softly glowing hair that matched his immaculate appearance.
