The Omega’s Trial

Leo/Ryn

The palace loomed like a cold, golden beast, and with every step toward it, Ryn's heart raced fast like it was about to explode.

The towering pillars of the palace scraped toward the sky, and Ryn felt intimidated by the sight of them. The dragon-engraved gates swung open with a screech that sounded far too loud that which made Ryn jump in fear.

His wrists were bound, his robe torn, knees scraped from falling down the pit, and he could still taste the dried blood on his lip from the slap earlier.

"Move!" the guards yelled at him and pulled him behind them like a ragdoll.

He stumbled as he was dragged up the jade-carved stairs that led to a grand archway.

The scent of sandalwood and steel filled his lungs, and the silence inside was oppressive.