The Empty Throne
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Chapter 3: 🏇The Empty Throne🏇
*[Devil Realm]*
The Devil Palace was built on the edge of the world, where the sky was always purple-black and the ground cracked like broken glass. It rose from a sea of obsidian, no shore in sight, only bridges of bone stretching into the smoke.
The air inside tasted like copper and ash. Every breath felt heavier, as if the walls were pressing down. Purple smoke drifted through the halls even though no torches burned. It moved like it was watching you.
The gates were carved from the ribs of fallen beasts, towering forty feet high, still wet with black ichor. Inside, the halls stretched too wide and too tall for mortals. Pillars twisted like frozen flames.
A shadow stood at the end of the hall, wreathed in purple-black aura.
“Assistant Xing, can we leave the throne empty? It’s been over 100 years since our Lord died,” a voice came from among the crowd in the palace.
“Leader Fu, no one has awakened the Dragon Beast since Lord Lee Gu. We must wait until the Young Lord awakens his Dragon,” a whisper filled the palace, and the people began murmuring among themselves.
“But Assistant Xing, how sure are you that Young Lord Lee Fue has the Dragon Beast?” The murmuring grew louder. “Yeah!” “Yeah!”
“QUIET!”
The voice was like a blade pulled from stone—few words, cold, cutting deep. He didn’t explain. He didn’t need to. The purple smoke around him stopped moving. Even the flames listened.
When he spoke, the room went silent on its own, as if the air itself was waiting to hear him.
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