Approaching the exuberant gates that stood tall, the number of Galios knights stationed at the perimeter was shocking; just about every three steps was another guard. Though he had no answer of who the castle belonged to, there was no doubt it held the utmost authority of Galios.
Just stepping up to the gates brought each of the knights to place their hands on their sheathed blades in unison.
"State your business with the Monarch, or be on your way," the foremost knight in obsidian armor instructed.
"Actually, I do have business here, erm…Apple?" Gael said, recalling the secret word given to him.
Even as he said it, he felt like an absolute idiot speaking of fruit in the face of the seasoned knights. As he stood there for a moment, waiting–
"Open the gates!" The knight shouted to his peers.
To his surprise, the keyword worked, watching the golden barrier be opened as he was welcomed into the lavish sector.