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The Obsidian Throne.

Penulis: Pr3shy V.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-21 04:41:29

~ Theron Drakhar ~

The air in the Obsidian Throne Room smelled of burnt parchment, old steel, and fear. It was a good smell. It kept my court silent.

I sat on the high throne, carved from a single block of jagged black glass that tore at the silk of my heavy cloak. Below me, three border lords from the southern reaches knelt on the icy stone floor. Their thick leather armor creaked as they shivered, though the room was not cold. My dragon heat radiated off the walls, hot enough to make the air
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