Dark Emperor Zalthar came back to the present and looked at his surroundings. His memory of his retreat to this chamber was a haze because of the serious injury he sustained at that time. "Those fools would never have suspected one of them helped me there," he chuckled. The activation of that dark vortex that whirled him away was neither planned by him nor a coincidence. It was an act of intervention by one of his agents who wanted to protect and save him.
Within this grand chamber, towering columns stood at intervals with carved scenes of his past victories carved on them. Towards the end of the chamber, a massive throne carved from black stone waited. This was the seat from where he rained dark terror upon this realm and many others until all life was eclipsed by the darkness. "Unfortunate that this particular realm is proving stubborn," he muttered as he walked over and sat on the black throne.