Solomon walked inside and glanced around. The interior looked like a massive, sprawling city carved directly into the mountain. He found an open doorway not far from the main entrance and decided to go in.
'What else could happen other than encountering a monster?' he thought to himself.
The inside of the building was incredibly clean and pristine, as if it had been meticulously maintained for centuries. Fire torches crackled warmly in iron sconces, thick wax candles flickered on polished wooden tables, and heavy silk curtains framed the large windows.
Solomon could even smell the faint, soothing scent of burning incense.
"What kind of place is this?" Solomon muttered, keeping his hand on his greatsword. "Is this what they call a mirage?"
"Welcome, traveler," a calm voice echoed from the hallway.
