A strange pressure filled the entire hall, and the air itself felt heavy as if it was being pressed down by something unseen, while silence stretched across the vast space without a single disturbance.
At the far end of the hall stood a golden throne, raised above several steps, and it was carved with intricate patterns that reflected authority and power, while the floor beneath it shone like polished glass and reflected the dim light from the high ceiling.
Tall pillars lined both sides of the hall, and each one was engraved with ancient symbols, while long banners hung down quietly, and the faint glow of magic lamps gave the entire place a solemn and imposing presence.
On that throne sat a man.
He leaned back slightly in a relaxed posture, and his expression looked calm, almost indifferent, but the aura around him was anything but that, and it spread silently through the hall while making even the strongest feel uneasy.
