Through The Gates Of Splendor Audiobook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"But fine. Let's talk about that later." This won't be easy for both of them. Especially that they have a history of being rivals. I do hope Aries has some testimony to convince Caius that he really is his missing brother. The stupendous gate, furnished with gold and precious stones, opened as soon as we stepped in front of it. My eyes were wonder-stricken for the ravishing hall that welcomed us. There were more men wearing white cloaks inside and they greeted us as we passed by. The aisle was made of silver carpet and everything shimmer as the light from the chandeliers reflected on the marble floor. I can't keep my eyes from wandering around. This place exceeds my expectations.

From the chaos of Aurum to the battle of Careath with Thaliese weeping over Pashtan the Blue. Yvayn finally turned and looked at the three standing near the gate. “This is unbelievable!” he shouted to the others. “Now I wish I’d come here before.” “Come and we will go inside where you can look at the old East gate with me.” Myllyof seemed quite proud of his son now as the young prince ran toward him with a wide-eyed look of eagerness. He grabbed his son in a big hug, and they walked through the gate together. The walls of Careath were quite thick and tall. Yvayn ran his right hand along the inside of the gateway feeling the cool touch of stone. There were four doorways within the gate. Each

The massive doors of the Sanctum of Radiance did not wait for me to touch them. As I stepped onto the threshold, the ancient obsidian groaned and swung inward. The darkness inside was not empty; it was heavy with a power that made my silver skin hum with anticipation. As soon as my boots cleared the frame, the doors slammed shut behind me. The sound was as final as a heartbeat.

But. Did this Mogul have a child? Why were none of the Mogul’s children ever portrayed? “No sense in being superstitious about this,” said Thassa interrupting her thoughts. “Let’s go.” He took the first step into the inner sanctum, paused, looking at the gates with his head a little bowed as if fearing the inevitable lightning strike or whatever it was that incinerated the bearers of ill intentions who did not pass the test of the Gates of Perception. Miasma and Ilyria both heard his sigh of relief as he stepped onto the white marble of the pathway beyond the gates. He turned and looked at them, raising an eyebrow and they hurried to catch up, a little embarrassed at their own hesitation.

Muffled, yet rather He deliberately hides it in return, he continues to play, as the last song is being heard. “Now to my five gates.” Marking a satisfactory smile as a thud from a closing book echoes to the whole place, HE calls. “Shall I introduce you next, gate opener…” “The pleasure is mine.” Whispering, yet taunting, HIS only audience, the last gate, and the loyal one, finally calls as HE ends. “This is the story so far.”

It surprised me, probably because I was expecting to see scenes of death and decapitation, not this utterly breathtaking work of art. The guards said something to Dareios and the gates opened, revealing a path made of black granite leading to a dauntingly dark castle which was decorated with gargoyles and ivy. My heart felt as if it made of stone, growing heavier with every step we took towards the castle. As we entered the grand hall and were lead towards Icelus’ private quarters, I wasn’t aware of anything else but the fact that my footsteps echoed my heartbeats. This was it, I was about to meet the guy who was trying to kill my Morpheus.

I stood in hesitation as the gigantic gate glared down at me, skeptical of my own decision. Just three days ago, I had stormed out of here furious. The gate slid open…too late for me to turn back. I took a deep breath and stepped inside. I stood in awe, gazing at the immense rooms with their high gilded ceilings, beautiful pieces of furniture glowing with the patina of age, the crystal chandelier, and priceless paintings. “Welcome, madam,” a voice pulled me from my awe.

Plans? That was the last thing I heard just before they lifted the bag from my head, just before I saw from a distance the image of a blood-curdling castle, and the word ‘blood-curdling’ is not even covering a piece of the whole truth. We are standing in front of some massive gates. My breath snagged as my eyes settled on the two monstrous golden dragons towering on the mighty pillars. They look spine chilling, to put it mildly. A shocked moan escapes my chest before I could contain it as soon as I hear the heavy metallic sound of the gate opening, I inwardly cringe and swallow my saliva.

Like two pieces of the same melody finding each other. The crowd sat frozen. “She’s not even shielding…” someone murmured. Then came the fourth. It rose slowly—tall and slow-burning, its frame flickering with deep crimson light. It charged halfway—then stopped. Rowan raised her hand. Calm. Certain. The spirit froze. Then slowly… it bowed its head. And faded into ash. The arena didn’t breathe. And then—the fifth gate. It groaned open like the mouth of an old temple. The final spirit stepped through.

Massive iron gates opened wide, guards saluting as we passed through. The door opened, and I stepped out. Instantly, the guards and servants around us bowed, heads lowered in deep respect. Their submission rippled through me, heady and addictive. One of them approached, his voice deferential. “They are waiting for you at the grand hall, Alpha.” I lifted my chin, walking forward with calculated grace, my heels echoing like a queen’s march. Inside, the lodge breathed opulence, marble floors, towering pillars, golden sconces spilling firelight across vaulted ceilings.