The palace loathes in dark and mysterious splendor, its imposing structure towering darkly and loomingly over its surroundings. Its walls are constructed of a jet black, polished marble, glistening and glinting like the mirror-like surface of a body of water. The windows are illuminated from within, projecting a gloomy, ethereal glow.

Rajak Kertia tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Do you see these lands? Now this belong to you."