The throne room was vast and imposing, its architecture unlike anything Juliana had ever seen. Black marble columns stretched upward, their surfaces etched with shifting, glowing runes. A dark mist swirled near the floor, giving the room an eerie, otherworldly atmosphere. At the far end of the room sat Kael, his throne carved from jagged obsidian, exuding an air of dominance and malice.
Kael's lips curved into a sinister smile as his eyes landed on Juliana and Hak. His figure was cloaked in a dark aura, and his voice, when he spoke, was as cold as the void.
"Juliana," he said, his tone dripping with mockery. "The so-called Queen of Destruction has come to grace my halls. And Hak—loyal to the end. How quaint."
Hak's eyes narrowed, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. "Your games end
