Vell was on a rampage and ended up arriving at the boss floor faster than he expected. "There you are." He said with a smirk, kicking down the door.
The massive doors crashed inward with a thunderous boom, dark wood splintering under the force of his kick. Dust and debris scattered across the floor of what appeared to be a throne room, its vaulted ceiling lost in shadows above.
[Master, the mana concentration here... it's off the charts.]
Vell's smirk didn't waver as he strode forward, his boots echoing on the polished stone floor. The chamber was vast, with towering columns of black marble rising into the darkness. Between them, ancient drawings depicted scenes of conquest and power, their colors somehow still vivid after centuries.
At the far end of the room, upon a dais of crystalline steps, sat a throne that seemed to be carved from pure darkness, and on it...
