Chysis let out a long sigh as she walked through the wide, silent corridors of the palace, her steps echoing firmly on the polished floor while her gaze remained fixed ahead, filled with a contained impatience that only increased as she approached her final destination. The place was grand, excessively ornate, full of symbols of ancient power and unquestionable authority, but none of it truly impressed her anymore, not after all she had seen and experienced throughout the centuries.
The soft lighting reflected on the carved stone walls while ancient flags fluttered slightly in almost imperceptible currents of air, creating a heavy atmosphere, laden with history and decisions that shaped entire generations. Chysis did not slow down for a moment, maintaining a steady pace, like someone who was there not by choice, but by obligation, which, in practice, was exactly the case.
