In a desolated throne room, sat the man on his throne with a tranquil expression on his face.
A massive chandelier of golden light hung above, casting a soft glow, though the light felt cold and distant. The floor was a polished expanse of black marble, reflecting the flickering light like a dark mirror.
Despite its grandeur, the room exuded an eerie emptiness, as though the echoes of countless judgments still lingered in the air.
At the center of it all sat a man on an imposing throne crafted from radiant sunstone, its edges glowing faintly as if alive.
With his face resting on his fist and his elbow pressed firmly against the armrest, he gazed at nothing in particular.
His golden eyes couldn't reveal the emotions he was experiencing at the moment. However, the very fact that the man was silent and had commanded everyone to leave him alone, states that the man was feeling annoyed.
Agitated, to be precise.
