"Well, damn!"
The moment Creed stepped into the hotel room, he was immediately hit with a sense of awe so strong that for a brief second, he wondered if he had somehow accidentally walked into a god's palace.
The walls shimmered with an ethereal azure glow, crafted entirely from what looked like pure blue crystal, each piece cut to perfection, reflecting light in a way that made the entire space look like it was bathed in a soft, heavenly glow.
The furniture—smooth, polished jade-green tables and chairs—added an elegant contrast, making everything feel both ancient and futuristic at the same time.
But what truly stole his breath was the floor.
It was glass.
Not just any glass—crystal clear, perfectly transparent, and strong enough to hold their weight.
And as soon as he looked down, his stomach did a full gymnastics routine.
Beneath him, the entire bastion stretched out, thousands of meters below!
