The space was Immense and far larger than anything Elion had imagined when he set foot in here.
The ceiling arched high above, supported by multiple, towering white pillars that stretched upward like the trunks of ancient trees, their surfaces carved with intricate patterns and faintly glowing runic lines that pulsed with a quiet, steady light.
Sunlight streamed in through massive stained-glass windows lining the upper walls, casting shards of colour across the polished marble floor below. They danced across the room like living things.
A long crimson carpet ran straight down the centre, beginning at the doors and extending all the way to the far end of the hall where an iron throne stood, raised upon a series of wide steps.
Many figures lined both sides of the hall, all dressed in elaborate attire, their presence filling the space with a heavy, suffocating weight.
