Gabriel adjusted the armor one last time and began to conceal his aura as much as possible. He slowed his breathing, steadied his heartbeat, and pressed his presence down until it became faint enough to pass for an ordinary guard with decent strength.
He moved forward with slow and controlled steps. The silver armor on his body reflected the soft lamps on the walls, but beyond that, nothing about him stood out.
The deeper he went, the simpler the place became.
That was the first thing that caught Gabriel's attention. The halls here were not filled with gold, jewels, paintings, or anything that shouted wealth. The walls were plain. The floor was clean. The lamps were modest and set far apart.
For a king, this was strange. Gabriel had expected something lavish, or at least something that looked grand enough to match the status of the ruler of a kingdom.
