Orion felt a slight ripple in the space around him before he was instantly transported to his desired location. The familiar, disorienting lurch of teleportation settled into the solid certainty of stone beneath his boots.
What was supposed to be a simple visit to Rick's house, the infernal warrior, soon turned into a scene he hadn't anticipated.
Emerging into a grand hall of black marble, its polished surface reflecting the flickering light of distant, enchanted sconces, adorned with tapestries that chronicled epic battles and otherworldly monsters, Orion realized that Rick's home reflected the wild, uncontrollable essence of its owner. The sheer scale of the vaulted ceiling and the weight of ancient stone spoke of permanence amidst chaos.
However, something was out of place. A subtle discordance hummed beneath the grandeur, like a string tuned too tightly.
