We stepped into the throne room, and the massive doors swung shut behind us with a sound that suggested they wouldn't be opening again anytime soon.
"Wow, cool," I muttered. "Very reassuring."
The throne room was massive…high vaulted ceiling disappearing into shadows, stone pillars supporting architecture that looked like it had been standing for centuries. Torches burned along the walls with flames that gave off cold light instead of heat, which was both impressive and deeply unsettling.
Banners hung from the ceiling, tattered and faded, showing symbols I didn't recognize from a kingdom that had probably been dead longer than I'd been alive.
The entity power was so thick in the air I could taste it, metallic and bitter on my tongue.
And there, in the center of it all, was the throne.
We moved forward cautiously, weapons ready, powers manifested.
