Opportunity

In an unknown place, two men knelt on the cold stone floor of a vast, shadowy hall. The only source of light came from flickering torches, casting ominous shadows that danced across the walls. In the center of the hall, a large ritualistic symbol had been etched into the floor, glowing faintly with an eerie energy. 

Before the two men stood six majestic thrones, each intricately carved with symbols of ancient power. They were evenly spaced along a slightly elevated platform, their presence commanding the room. A narrow path stretched from where the men knelt, splitting off towards each throne, as if marking a line of power to each ruler who sat upon them.

The two men, heads bowed in submission, did not dare to lift their eyes. The weight of the hall's presence was palpable, pressing down on them like a heavy fog. Silence hung in the air like a blade, thick and suffocating.