As the cheers hushed, the figure on the throne in the elevated seat stood up. It walked nearer to the railing, raising its chest toward the sky. Lyrian couldn't quite discern the creature's origin, yet its aura and appearance exuded might, threat, and an unyielding danger. It was enough to stir his excitement.
Perched upon its head was a crown crafted from molten magma and dark stone. Its chest protruded and its shoulders bulged, while its waist maintained a slender profile. The lower body and legs compensated for this, resembling those of gazelles. The ankles were almost half the length of the legs, sturdy and robust like a bodybuilder's, but fashioned from magma and stone.
