****** [Billion's PoV]
I looked ahead at the empty throne.
It stood there, elevated, carrying centuries of authority, legacy, and power. There was not a single person in this hall who could stop me from walking up those steps, sitting on it, and claiming it as my own.
But I had no interest in that throne. The one I sought was far beyond this. The throne that Amun and Theras were searching for. The one that even the System itself did not speak of lightly. That was the seat worth taking.
This was not it.
I turned away from the pedestal.
With a simple wave of my hand, violet Essence surged behind me. It gathered rapidly, condensing, shaping itself into form. A throne began to rise, crafted entirely from my Essence, smooth, sharp, and radiant with a deep violet glow.
It rose higher than the pedestal. Higher than the Matriarch's throne. And without hesitation, I sat down on it, resting comfortably as if it had always been mine.
