Chapter 738 - Iron Blazing towards The Leaves (1)

The grand throne room of Valaroth stretched into darkness, its vaulted ceilings disappearing into black rafters heavy with centuries of soot. Torches guttered along ironwood pillars, each flame imprisoned in a wire cage of dark iron. With every restless flicker, shadows prowled across the flagged floor, brushing trophies half-lost in gloom—vast antlers yellowed with age, the serrated jaw of a sea drake, and broken elven helms fused by fire into grotesque masks. A visitor might have believed the very walls breathed, for the ironwood creaked now and then like ribs flexing around a monstrous heart.