The Royal House of Gizmo defied reality itself. Corridors twisted in impossible angles, rooms expanded far beyond their external dimensions, and gravity seemed more like a polite suggestion than a law of physics.
As Arthur and Hawklight followed their ethereal guide through the labyrinthine palace, Arthur couldn't help but admire the sheer audacity of it all. This was no mere kingdom. It was a statement of power.
"The gathering is already underway, my lords," their guide said, its voice echoing strangely as if speaking from multiple throats at once. "Master Gizmo is most pleased you accepted his invitation."
Arthur exchanged a glance with Hawklight. The commander's scarred face remained impassive, but Arthur knew him well enough to recognize the tension in his jaw. Hawklight didn't trust this place. Smart man.
