In the empty corridor, pure white light poured down from above, dispelling shadows and leaving no dead corners. Even the dust was hard to spot on the polished floor.
Nesanel walked through the corridor, his pace neither fast nor slow, his tall figure swaying slightly, exuding an intimidating presence.
Soon, Nesanel's steps came to a halt, and he stood at the end of the corridor, in front of a door marked with the Staff Sword emblem. A plaque hung on the door with the words "Decision Room".
Nesanel did not immediately push open the door but lingered at the entrance, as if hesitating over some decision.
Leaning against the wall beside him, Nesanel squinted his eyes. After a long sigh, he placed the container he was carrying at his feet. Various emblems were engraved on the container's surface, with a faint glow shimmering within.
