Emery found himself in the midst of a grand and magnificent palace, its vast chambers adorned with wonders. The ceiling was a canvas of stars, both distant and mesmerizingly close, while the view outside the colossal windows revealed a breathtaking expanse of cosmic beauty. Despite the awe-inspiring surroundings, Emery's senses were abruptly confined to the confines of the palace, unable to discern anything beyond its golden walls. His focus was immediately drawn to the colossal figure seated on a majestic throne at the palace's heart.
The figure was unmistakably humanoid, but its proportions defied comprehension, a towering twenty meters in height. It was swathed in golden armor, which seemed to meld seamlessly with its very being. Emery could sense a profound weariness emanating from the giant, as if it were on the brink of fading away. However, even in this weakened state, the figure exuded an overwhelming aura of immense power.
