Royal Ball

When the light faded, Art found himself standing in a massive hall that seemed to radiate both majesty and intimidation. The ceilings soared high above, adorned with intricate carvings and chandeliers made from crystal that shimmered in soft, golden hues. The walls were lined with polished marble and tapestries depicting historical battles, legendary figures, and mythical beasts.

The faint hum of magic lingered in the air, evidence of the enchantments that likely protected the room. Or something else.

Art barely had time to take in his surroundings when the man stepped forward, his tone sharp and no-nonsense. “Follow me. Do not wander off, and do not stare too much.”

The group moved in silence, their footsteps echoing through the hall. Guards clad in ornate armor stood at attention along the walls, their expressions unreadable. They gave Art a passing glance, but their presence alone was enough to remind him of the weight of where he was.