The throne spirit came to life, shimmering with an ethereal glow, and bowed her head to Kent. Draped in golden clothes that hugged her chest and a long robe that flowed gracefully from top to bottom, she appeared as a mature, divine figure, radiating an aura of ancient wisdom and power.
"Young master," she intoned respectfully, her voice melodic yet firm, "from now onwards, you are the new master of this divine throne. As the command spirit of this treasure, I will serve your every command, master."
Kent took a moment to process the situation, then asked, "Tell me the use of this throne and does it have any use in combat?"
The throne spirit smiled proudly at his question. "Master, this is not just a throne; it is a war chariot. It can transform into different forms as you wish. With your thoughts, you can control this throne to move in any direction.
