Solitary footsteps echoed through the gilded halls as Mike marched forward.
He had never stepped foot inside the Jade Palace before, but it was every bit as glamorous as people fantasized.
Below him lay marble of the highest quality, perhaps the finest he had ever seen. It was polished to such a radiant sheen that it reflected like a mirror.
Each step he took felt like desecrating a masterpiece, his boots sullying a canvas of pure elegance.
Art adorned every corner of the corridor, leaving even the battle-hardened mercenary momentarily speechless.
Sculptures were most common—regal figures of past monarchs, divine beasts, abstract forms too complex to categorize—but the paintings lining the walls were no less exquisite.
They captured moments of history in surreal strokes, draped in vibrant colors and masterful brushwork.
The overall design leaned heavily into Pyrellis's trademark alabaster palette—walls, ceilings, floors, even the furniture carried hues of soft white.
