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The Throne That Breathes

Penulis: Tyson Roy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-04 15:55:07

The throne was not supposed to be alive.

And yet it pulsed beneath her.

Sirelia sat still at the heart of the Dustborn sanctum, barefoot, cloaked in nothing but ash-stained linen and the weight of a thousand betrayals. Around her, the hall echoed with the distant chants of priestesses and the pounding of war drums from training courts carved into the sandstone cliffs. But within this chamber, there was only breath.

Not hers.

The throne’s.

The seat rose from the floor in a spire of fused bone, melted iron, and blackened sigil-stone. It had no shape a craftsman could mimic, more spine than seat, more ribcage than relic. And nestled within its core, hidden beneath layers of war trophies and sacred char, lay the pieces no one spoke of:

, The fragment of Elara’s crown.

, The blade Sirelia once held against her own throat.

, The ash of the sister she buried in memory.

Sirelia exhaled.

The throne inhaled.

And then it spoke.

“You are not her.”

The voice was everywhere and nowhere, gravel and
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