The core of the Treyl family estate unveiled a spectacle of opulence that eclipsed even the grandeur of House Darkan's main residence. Though smaller in footprint, its sprawling width was adorned with an extravagance that spoke of wealth and power.
Immaculately trimmed gardens unfurled in intricate patterns, spiraling vines, geometric hedges, and floral mosaics while paved roads gleamed with a rich ruby hue, their polished surfaces reflecting the dim light of the overcast sky.
The air carried the faint scent of exotic blooms, a stark contrast to the bloodshed that had preceded their arrival.
Baines, Ralph, and the first executive stepped into this lavish domain, their boots crunching on the pristine gravel, only to be met by two formidable groups: fifty warriors clad in resplendent golden armor, their full-body suits etched with arcane runes, and another fifty shrouded in black cloaks that seemed to absorb the light around them.
