As soon as Aren agreed to see the truth, the one before stepped forward and then stretched his hand, the entire place changed and suddenly they were standing inside an ancient throne room.
It extended for almost a hundred meters before it got to the door that led out of it. Massive pillars made of marble stood and held up the roof. The floors were made of carved marble that depicted many things Aren could not hope to understand.
The smell was that of dust and old wet moss. It hung heavy in the air, a dry, rotten contrast that had somehow managed to allow themselves to mix.
'Where the hell is this place?' He thought to himself. He looked up and there was a throne carved from black stone at the top of the raised platform, and seated on it was the one before, only, this time he was not some black void but rather a man.
