The Howling Throne
The further they went, the worse the sensation became, a pressure in the air, like being watched by something vast and unseen.
Then Rael saw it.
At the center of the ruins stood a massive structure, different from the rest. While the surrounding buildings had crumbled, this one remained untouched, pristine. Its surface was smooth, black as obsidian, marked only by a single, towering doorway.
A door.
Rael’s blood ran cold. The throne is a door.
He stepped forward.
Elior caught his arm. "Rael."
Rael barely heard him. The book’s words burned in his mind. The First King’s folly was in believing he could rule what was never meant to be ruled.
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