Throne in shadows

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It's chapter 1 of book four "prey" and chapter 35 of the novel "Predator (Amera Makaspark)

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The throne room was a chasm of despair, vast and ancient, where shadows clung to the walls like parasites. Every breath of air was thick with the stench of old blood and smoldering magic. Jagged obsidian pillars jutted upward like the teeth of some great beast, and in the heart of the room, atop a twisted throne of bone and rusted metal, sat The One.

His frame was cloaked in dark, flowing robes stitched with arcane glyphs that shimmered with a violet hue, his skin pale as death. His eyes—burning embers set into the hollows of his gaunt face—glowed with the madness of ages. He sat still, yet the oppressive weight of his presence pressed into the stones themselves.