Asael carved out a portal without ever going into the palace. Perhaps he couldn't sleep because Dulce was away from Earth, so he returned to Noctyrn with the intention of making another attempt to fall asleep.
What was supposed to be a brief mission of less than a week had stretched out into months. Unlike Vampires, even Shadow Demons couldn't go on without sleep indefinitely.
The portal opened directly into a large bedroom, the high ceilings and arched windows showed that it was a room in a castle. The black curtains were drawn, obscuring the view outside, but the room was well-lit highlighting the gothic architecture.
Every piece of furniture and decorative item in the room were priceless treasures, reflecting the glow of the silver flames. He paid no mind to them, undoing the buttons of the loose cotton shirt he wore as he walked off to the bath.
