The Ashes

Esma’s pov

Finally, when the last torch lit up the room at the back, I notice a huge statue, whose face was intact. It was beautiful and magnificent. I was literally in awe, admiring the craftsmanship.

It was no doubt the statue was of the god.

Below the statue, there was yet another chair. A huge one.

My blood turns cold when I saw a figure sitting on the chair. The figure was sitting on the throne. His face was covered with the huge black hood, casting silhouettes on its face. long black cloak over his shoulders, resting lazily on the ground.

He was sitting on the biggest chair and by the look of it, it was approximately five feet tall and still the cloak was reaching the ground. too much waste of the fabric.

Even sitting on the big chair, he was tall and towering and I wonder how tall he would be once he stood in front of me. Might be as tall as Reed if not more.

He had a royal aura about him. I know by the single glance; he was looking at me from the hood. I could see him ey