Chapter 36: The Throne of Shadows
The ancient figure rose from the shattered throne, his every movement sending tremors through the cursed chamber.
The cracked golden mask he wore caught the dim, flickering light of the dying braziers, twisting his face into something monstrous. His heavy black armor bore the scars of countless forgotten wars, its surface webbed with cracks that wept silver mist.
Luna scrambled to her feet, heart hammering in her chest.
This was no illusion.
This was not some twisted memory conjured by the Labyrinth.
This was real.
And it was worse than anything she had ever imagined.
The air around the Warden vibrated with sheer oppressive power. Every breath Luna drew felt like swallowing knives. Her bones ached as if the gravity of the room had doubled.
Still,
