Deep within the underground of the Royal Palace,
Delia pushed open the door and walked into this tightly guarded room, hanging the oil lamp she held on the wall beside her.
The faint yellow light dispelled the darkness around the girl's body, but it couldn't illuminate the entire room; beyond the lamp's reach, it was still pitch black.
In this deep room, the darkness enveloped every inch of space like a silent guardian. The dim flame seemed like the most distant star in the night sky, striving yet barely able to outline a corner of the room, while the rest remained steeped in boundless darkness, appearing both mysterious and profound.
The room was vast and boundless, seemingly capable of swallowing all sound and light, making one involuntarily feel small and alone. Who would have known that such a mysterious place existed beneath the Royal Palace?
