The festivities celebrating the finishing and naming of the new Capital finally ended late into the night, the last echoes of the crowd's adoration finally fading, leaving the vast, cavernous Throne Room in a state of profound silence.
The grand doors were shut, sealing Jax within the heart of his new kingdom. The air still thrummed with the residual energy of a million hopes and the raw, untamed power of the Throne of Dominion.
Sitting on the Throne, Jax could feel its true power.
He could feel the lifeblood of mana flowing through its veins, the hearts of its citizens beating in a thousand different rhythms, the collective consciousness of a people reborn. He was the city, and the city was him. It was an intoxicating, god-like sensation.
He sat in the quiet, his golden eyes closed, simply… being. He let the power wash over him, accepting the mantle of leadership.
~CLICK!~
However, his peace and quiet was interrupted by the scuff of a boot on the polished floor.
