The throne room of Yino had never been a place for warmth. The walls of polished obsidian reflected the purple light of the abyssal crystals, creating an atmosphere as oppressive as it was majestic.
The air seemed denser here, charged with the barely contained power of the beasts pulsing beneath the skin of those who occupied positions of power.
The King reviewed the scroll with an impenetrable expression, his eyes absorbing every detail of the report while Lord Ravenspire remained silent, awaiting his reaction. Only the occasional purple flash that traveled through the monarch's veins betrayed the agitation the message caused him. These luminescent veins briefly illuminated his face from within, casting his features in an otherworldly glow.
"Is this everything?" he finally asked, his voice deliberately controlled.
