John stood before the shimmering throne, its golden radiance spilling across the grand chamber like the first light of dawn. This was no ordinary seat of power. The Zodiac Throne pulsed with the energy of the constellations, a swirling nexus of responsibility and strength. The air around it seemed alive, charged with whispers of countless past emperors who had once carried its immense burden.
Behind him, his comrades—the Zodiac Warriors—stood in a semicircle, their weapons sheathed, their expressions a mixture of awe and expectation. Ji Ho leaned against a pillar, his beast-like claws resting by his sides, while Rin, the Aquarius Wielder, crossed her arms, observing with sharp, critical eyes.
"This is it," Timithy murmured. "The moment we've all been fighting for."
Ji Ho snorted softly. "Yeah, but look at him. Does he even want it?"
John turned his head slightly, catching Ji Ho's skeptical gaze. "It's not about wanting it. It's about what's needed."