Chapter 15: Gravity of power

The dining hall was a massive, foreboding chamber, as though it had been carved from the very heart of darkness. The walls were adorned with blackened stone, etched with ancient symbols of power and damnation. At the center stood a long, imposing dining table, its wood polished to an unnatural shine, almost as if it pulsed with the malevolent energy of the realm itself. Each chair flanking the table was identical, save for the one at the far end—the king's chair.