The grand royal vaults situated deeply beneath the Amber Palace were a truly dizzying spectacle of absolute, unadulterated imperial wealth. Massive, highly polished cedar chests overflowed completely with glittering gold bullion, completely flawless rubies, and heavily intricate diamond jewellery. However, the air within the subterranean treasury was incredibly heavy and entirely stagnant. It carried the sickening, deeply corrupted metallic tang of residual necromancy.
Princess Mana of the Emerald Kingdom sat perfectly upright at a small, conjured wooden desk in the absolute centre of the glittering chamber. She was exactly eleven years old, yet she surveyed the massive fortune with the cold, utterly uncompromising gaze of a veteran corporate auditor. She wore a pristine tunic of pale green silk, completely untouched by the thick dust coating the ancient artifacts.
