As a Protector

Nothing is interesting about that dim chamber. It’s just a massive chamber with giant reflecting-blue-light-windows becoming the lamp of the chamber. There’s a dark red big chair at the end of the room with red carpet spread in front of it to that massive golden door. There’s an old man wearing a black cap, white tank top, and black cotton pants sitting on the chair watching a set of white lights forming a screen before him. It shows Alfi and the others are ascending to the 3rd floor.

“The Alfa, eh? No wonder he was able to defeat Ebu Gogo and Ahol that easily, but that won’t be that easy on the 3rd floor. Surprise me, Your Highness Alfa.” He lights a cigarette and starts to smoke.