After a silent quicky with Queen Eli, Eros stepped out of his sleeping chamber feeling renewed. His body felt light, mind sharp, soul brimming with the new power that hummed quietly beneath his skin.
He dressed simply but strikingly: dark azure robes embroidered with golden serpentine patterns that shimmered like living threads. His hair flowed loosely behind him, the faint soul master glow from his recent breakthrough giving him an almost ethereal aura.
As he walked down the winding stone hallway toward the central hall, servants—both naga and medusa—paused to bow. Even their instincts recognized the change in him. Eros offered them all a faint smile, then pushed open the carved doors into the hall.
Inside, he paused.
