The interior of the Atlantis palace was just as impressive as its façade. Enormous corridors of white marble stretched between ornate columns, while bluish crystals lit up the walls and the mosaics that depicted the most important events in the kingdom's history, from the founding of the city to battles that had been fought long before any of the current guards had been born.
Strax, however, had no interest in the architecture.
He walked down the main corridor accompanied by Nerissa and the five elders, paying far more attention to the small currents of divine energy running through the magical formations around them than to any of the mosaics.
Ever since he had entered the palace, that sensation had been growing stronger and stronger.
Something was pulsing in the depths of the building, and with every pulse, the formations answered with an almost imperceptible vibration, like the strings of an instrument trembling in response to a note played somewhere far below.
