Throne Room Undertale 소설 & 이야기

[Asher] I stripped off my blood-soaked coat and shirt, letting them drop to the floor. My footsteps echoed against the dead crystal walls, which shimmered back to life as I stepped into the throne room. At the other end of the room, right across the entrance, loomed the heart of the Prime Infernal Pack — the Obsidian Throne. A seat coveted by many who thought themselves worthy. Now they all lie beneath it, buried in the towering dais of rattling skulls and bones of their own kind.

In the middle of the enormous room, sat one piece of furniture, which was a throne, made of nothing but complete gold, lined with thick shimmery gold upholstery. Pulling from Urijah’s hold, my head looked to the ceiling as I spun around slowly taking in the immense beauty of the room, in complete and utter awe. I honestly didn’t know why I was surprised that there was an actual real throne room, since it was a castle, we were in.

"Those paints were made from an ancient substance which can only be found in the Storm Pack. These guys stole it and used it for their walls. It's impossible to make this dirty. It's just not possible. That is the beauty of it. Finally, we got to the door and I pushed it open before the guard behind us could even get there. Then my mom and I walked into the throne room and behold, Murray sat on an exalted throne with another man by his side. I assumed that the other man was the Alpha of the Pack.

The throne room felt empty without Lunara's presence, though she was only a few floors above me, sleeping off the emotional exhaustion from Celeste's dream attack. Soon, my bride would be ready to accept her crown. But first, I needed to ensure there would be no complications. No rivals for her affection. No distractions from lesser ambitions. I walked to the ancient vault hidden behind my throne. The stone wall dissolved at my touch, revealing shelves lined with artifacts that had been forbidden for good reason. Weapons that could tear reality apart. Potions that could rewrite someone's soul. Books that contained spells no sane mind should ever speak aloud. At the very back, wrapped in clot

“That’s why they think I’m weak.” “No,” he corrected calmly. “That’s why they’re afraid.” She swallowed. He gestured toward the inner chambers. “Come. Sit.” They moved deeper into the mansion, past ancient stone walls etched with runes older than most packs. The throne room loomed ahead, dimly lit by glowing crystals. Scarlet dropped onto one of the carved chairs, exhaustion finally catching up to her. Her father took the throne but leaned forward, elbows on his knees, attention fully on her.

“We’re going to stop it.” “It’s hungry,” she said in a voice too old for a six-year-old. “It wants to eat all the light in the world.” The tunnel opened into a massive chamber ahead of us. “This is it,” Julian said grimly. “The throne room.”

Luna Eero shook her head. “I am sure that throne room only exists in my dreams. Maybe I am just excited about the day to come when I'll see Claudius on the realm's throne, hence why I am dreaming of it. I often think about it.” “Or perhaps there's a throne room that awaits your presence,” I said in a low voice. “What is it, Cielo?” She asked curiously. “I said tell me more about this throne room,” I tempted her. “There's a huge stained-glass window behind the throne itself. The throne was made of uhm gold and on the backrest of it was a howling head of a dire wolf.”

He told his guard. It took ten minutes of snapping and arguing before she stormed off with two guards, muttering curses under her breath. Inside, the air was cooler. Thoran’s throne room was furnished with marble and a type of hard wood. There were fire torches burning along the walls, banners of lion hunts and some pictures of his father, mother and kids. I didnt see him display his mate. He sat high, looking down as though every man was prey. “We came for the Alumni,” I said. “Let’s make this quick and be on our way."

I placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at me again. “He can try,” I said softly. “But he’ll fail.” He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch for a brief moment. “Just… don’t let him separate us.” “I won’t.” I threaded my fingers through his and pushed the doors open. *** Inside the Throne Hall The hall stretched endlessly—columns carved with wolves, sharp metal banners hanging like spears from above, and a floor of polished obsidian. At the far end sat a throne of black stone and gold veins.

The girls’ cries got louder. “Enough Thane!” The Luna yelled. “Behind the pack house there is a door beneath a large rock. It leads underground. It’s a tunnel that opens into a large room. You will find the stone there.” I mind linked my Beta the directions to make sure it was there. “Thane, you know that in the wrong hands the destruction of our world is almost certain.” I laughed at her. My Beta brought a chest and laid it at my feet.