Without further ado, Michael, accompanied by Vedora, ascended the towering marble stairs and reached the entrance of the grand Divine Towers. Two sentinel guards, standing as tall as eight feet and clad in imposing metal armor, greeted them.
The guards maintained their silence as Michael confidently pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped into the Divine Towers. The moment he entered, he found himself in another lavish hall, bathed in the warm glow of golden light orbs. The marble floor beneath his feet gleamed with a pristine shine, and various artifacts were showcased within glass casings, adding to the overall opulence.
"Welcome, my lord. How may I help you today?" a young elf approached Michael. She was elegantly robed in resplendent golden attire, her long, flowing hair matching the color of her robes.