Tearing Apart

The door opened, revealing the spacious area on the other side.

"Woah, this place is amazing!" Lariel exclaimed, her eyes widening as she looked around.

No one could argue—it was really something else.

They were royalty, accustomed to elegance and luxury, but this place surpassed anything they had.

The sheer scale, the meticulous detail in every corner, made even their grandest halls in the demon world feel ordinary.

As they settled into their seats, the light reflected off the shimmering surface of the crystallized table, immediately capturing their attention.

The table's surface flowed with shifting hues of blue and green, undulating like a living current trapped beneath glass. 

When they touched it, a jolt of warmth surged through their fingertips—they discovered the table was made of pure energy. 

A piece like this alone could cost them their entire tower, but here it sat, a casual centerpiece.