C36 The Circle Stirs, the Throne Awakens

Aiden stood at the heart of the ancient hall, where shadows bent unnaturally toward him, as if even darkness sought to worship. His throne—a jagged, obsidian structure pulsing with violet veins—loomed behind him. The air was heavy with incense, whispers of forgotten languages curling into the stone, echoing like reverence.

Lucien’s footsteps were sharp against the polished marble floor