Argon leaves the cultivation chamber and strides down the corridors of his vast tower, his footsteps echoing in the silence. The air around him seems to crackle with power, his recent breakthrough still fresh, the laws of fire, water, earth, lightning, and space swirling in tandem around him like an invisible storm. His destination is clear—his throne room. A place from which he can oversee everything that transpires within his tower.
The heavy, ornate doors of the throne room part as he approaches, opening with a low groan. Inside, the grand chamber is bathed in dim, ethereal light. The towering walls are lined with intricate carvings of dragons and ancient symbols, and at the far end, a massive throne sits in the center of a raised platform.
