Adam stepped into the palace, marvelling at the mana lines pulsing on the walls like veins. The noise of golden cogs spinning and blasting steam accompanied his steps down a cyberpunk-styled corridor until he reached a broad room.
Intricate machinery he couldn't even begin to grasp, along with sprawling pipes, littered the ground, creating a bizarre maze that melded magic and technology.
Despite his confused admiration, he cut his sightseeing short to lock onto the round table at the center.
Seated there, he saw Michael and Theodor grinning at him like children waiting for praise. In fact, they didn't even deign to wait.
Michael rose from his seat and opened his arms in grand theatrics. "Welcome to my humble flying bastion, Avalon." He bowed like a comedian on stage. "Do you like it? Are you satisfied with our research?"
