Bab 261: The Storm (6)

It took me a while to reach the bottom of the seemingly endless staircase. If it weren't for Fetheion's warning, I would have flown down there for sure. 

I took a deep breath as I stepped on the last step. "Well then," I whispered as I looked around. I had expected another long hallway with a carpet on the floor, many doors on both sides and the treasury at the end of it perhaps.

Instead, I was met with a large, circular room with a door on the opposite side of where I was standing. The dimly lit room was as empty as it could be, with only a few large paintings hanging on the walls.

I furrowed my brows as I approached the first painting. It seemed wrong at first, though it took me a moment to figure out. For the first time in a while, I was seeing colours aside from white and golden. A quick glance at the contents of the paintings made me immediately dislike them.