Hong Family

It was a dark and musty hall. Carvings of dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical beasts were plastered on the walls. 

The hall was huge. It went forward about fifty feet, and was vast enough to house thousands of people. 

There was a seven feet wide corridor that bordered the entire hall, and beyond that, in the center of the hall, were thrones. True thrones decorated this hall.

Each throne was exquisitely crafted. Carvings that depicted stories of warriors, of beasts that defied the heavens, and of a singular man rising above all else.

Every single throne had a different story, and every single throne was probably as expensive as the throne's weight in gold. 

But what made each of them worth more were the jewels that plastered them. They were not just shining crystals that reflected light that shone upon them. They were monster cores that shone brightly on their own.