Just then, Enel gave a sidelong glance to King Alexander. "This place… it's an entrance to Solomon's palace, isn't it?"
Alexander's expression darkened, veins standing out on his forehead. "That's King Solomon to you, boy! Show some fucking respect," he snapped. His voice was laced with irritation, yet there was an undeniable patience in his tone—like a teacher reprimanding a particularly stubborn student. Still, he gave a slow nod. "But yes… it is. Every entrance to the Wise Man's palace is guarded. Just one of his many precautions against invaders like these tramps." He motioned toward Naamah and Durgia with a dismissive wave before rolling his thick, muscular neck, as if already bored with their conflict. "After all, existing in the same space as the Fate Realm, it was only natural that our paths would eventually cross."
Enel's eyes sharpened. I knew it! He thought.
