Black Tower.
On the spiraling obsidian staircase, a shadowy figure cloaked in gray advanced slowly. The Indestructible Bright Flames lit up one by one along the way, casting a faint light that illuminated the surrounding darkness. The figure paused at the heavy door, her fallen hood revealing a radiant profile as a pale hand gently pressed against the door. The six-meter-tall door opened slowly, and she stepped into the spacious hall, lowering her head and respectfully kneeling, saying: "Father."
The flames in the hall suddenly flickered, and a black whirlwind swirled atop the dome above, circling the woman, it whispered strange murmurs, and finally surged toward the throne.
On the throne.
