World of Eldoria, Temple of Terminus.
When Orion materialized within the sanctum, Leonidas greeted him with a mix of sheer joy and a tidal wave of complaints.
"Bro, this godforsaken place... there's no one here, nothing to eat, and I feel like I'm being stalked by monsters twenty-four-seven. Prison would be a vacation compared to this."
Leonidas practically scrambled off the throne, "inviting" Orion to take the seat with exaggerated deference.
As Orion sat, the Void Illusion assaulted his mind. Relying on his ironclad will, Orion resisted the pull, refusing to be dragged into the hallucination. He looked up, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips as he regarded Leonidas.
The Void felt more volatile than before, almost as if it had been antagonized. The eldritch presences that usually lurked far from the throne had encroached, their unseen eyes fixed intently on the seat of power.
