As they walked through the castle's grand entrance, Luke found himself marvelling at the sheer scale of the structure. The halls stretched high above them, adorned with intricate golden filigree and marble pillars, each detail exuding an aura of regality. The air was still, carrying a certain reverence as if the walls themselves bore witness to the weight of history.
Commander Alec strode ahead, his pace steady and unwavering.
"You must be wondering about the throne," he said, his voice echoing faintly in the vast hall.
Luke glanced around. The castle certainly had all the makings of a grand royal seat, but something felt… off.
"Now that you mention it, yeah. Where's the emperor? Or the empress?"
"There isn't one," Commander Alec folded his hands behind his back.
"What?" Luke blinked, but then he slowly recalled a previous conversation about it.
