king Atalasz - Lorthwyn Series

The structure rises in jagged defiance, a hastily formed fortress of blackened stone forced into shape by unnatural power. Its spires twist unevenly, cracks splitting through its walls as if the world itself rejects its presence. Sections already crumble despite their recent creation, embers drifting through the air as scorched ground leads into a fractured throne hall.

So… you are the first to make it this far. The others failed, as expected… and Helldaria?… no, it does not matter. She understood her role. You stand at the end of of the journey let us decide it if is yours.. or mine His hand rests against the hilt of his blade as the flames around the hall intensify, casting long shadows across the broken stone.