His eyes pierced through the darkness. His gaze landed on a throne in the center of a massive hall that seemed to represent that of a King. The hall was lined with dark bricks and seemed to be forged through years of hard work.
The hall was massive and seemed to be able to support thousands of people within it. Arthur's steps reverberated across the hall, echoing several times before fading into the darkness that the space was enveloped by.
'This should be the last trial of the first stage,' thought the crimson-eyed man, utilizing [Mana Sense] to its full potential. His eyes pierced through the shroud of darkness, falling upon the kingly throne.
The throne was lined with corroding gold and a layer of scarlet red fabric. The fabric was tattered and dirtied by black splotches. It fluttered, despite the lack of wind within the throneroom.
Suddenly, Arthur's gaze landed on something that caused shivers to shoot down his spine.
'Is that…'
