Odesse stared at the heavy wooden door, a silent question echoing in her mind: What door is this? The High Chief extended his hand, grasping the ornate handle and twisting it firmly. With a low, melancholic creak, the door swung open slowly. He turned back toward her, his masked gaze steady. "Come in," he murmured, stepping over the threshold. Odesse took a quiet breath, looking around the perimeters of the space before following him inside and gently closing the door behind her.
The chamber was massive, wrapped in a deep, majestic shadow but still perfectly illuminated by a soft, ambient glow. Positioned flawlessly in the dead center of the room was a grand, meticulously arranged bed. The air within the space carried a thick, preserved scent, smelling like a sanctuary that had been safely locked away from the rest of the world for a long time. It was heavy with the fine dust of decades, yet it remained entirely breathable and calm.
