Within the dark halls of the fortress, a great hall of gold and greatness sits silent and regal. Tall walls embellished with tapestries of legends and victories. Elegant high ceilings are decorated with intricate paintings. At the end of the halls, one would stop in awe, standing before a simple yet refined platform. On its center situates a lone table carrying a single sword stand.
The hall's gilded walls longed for their true master, missing the sound of his footsteps. Today their wishes were answered.
Heavy footsteps echoed as tall dark figure strides towards the end of the hall. The area thrummed with energy in wisps of golden concentrated mana vibrating within the air. His golden features complemented the surroundings well. It was created for him.
