Salesi, The Queen of Nagaland

(A few days ago)

In a spacious hall with a ceiling twenty feet high, designs of fruit and flowers were carved into the molding, and small, fat children with wings looked down at the marble floor from every angle. Vases of blossoms gave off a cloying scent that made my eyes itch. The hall had a square oak table in the center with numerous comfy chairs to sit in. Since there were no windows,  sun rays could peek into the room. Instead, a magnificent chandelier hung above the oak table, brightening the hall with its golden light.

The dark brown walls made of wood perfectly complemented the marble floor though one would think the combination wouldn't work. The only way to get in or out of the hall was the steel door with countless runes engraved in it. Seconds became minutes, and minutes turned an hour when the door finally creaked open. Xanali stepped into the hall and strolled toward the table.