The moment we step through the shattered door, an unbearable pressure slams into us. My warriors stumble, gasping for air as if invisible hands are crushing their lungs. The throne room isn’t just a room, but a world on its own.
On the other hand, the ceiling stretches endlessly, fading into swirling darkness. The walls pulse, shifting like molten gold, carved with ancient runes that glow and twist as if alive.
At the center of the room was Chloe, she was bound in the center of the room with a thorny obsidian crown burning into her scalp and her body barely holding itself upright. Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed, but I felt her struggling like she wanted to break through what was holding her.
It wasn’t just the magic that made my blood turn to ice, It was the fact that she didn’t look
