[What McBurn and Towa find as the cross the bridge is a room. It looks like it could be a throne room, at least. The ceiling is high and domed with mint light coming through the windows. A massive window with bombazine curtains has been thrown open, allowing the light of the Sun into the room. Glass stalactites have sprung up through the red carpet as a result.
And there, a few feet from the window, is a magnificent throne carved in what looks like gold wood, also partly turned into glass sherds. And sitting on that throne is a figure that stares out that window, hands folded in serenity, a smile of peace in their profile.
This must be the Empress herself. She doesn't stand up and toss wine glasses. She doesn't turn and demand the reasons they have come, or zap them with laser eyes, or order guards to come forth. Indeed, she doesn't acknowledge that anyone has come into the room.
A GILDED SEAT
And there, a few feet from the window, is a magnificent throne carved in what looks like gold wood, also partly turned into glass sherds. And sitting on that throne is a figure that stares out that window, hands folded in serenity, a smile of peace in their profile.
This must be the Empress herself. She doesn't stand up and toss wine glasses. She doesn't turn and demand the reasons they have come, or zap them with laser eyes, or order guards to come forth. Indeed, she doesn't acknowledge that anyone has come into the room.
>Approach?]