The sealed chamber fell silent, it was lit only by the dim glow of the fractured orb Jonan held, and the air was tight with dread; even breath seemed to echo in the sealed space.
Jonan approached the throne again, with the shard in hand, and he was trying to sense the direction of the voice, and it was then he noticed sockets on the throne.
He placed his shard into a socket beneath the throne's armrest, and it clicked into place with a soft chime, light ran like blood through veins across the floor, connecting to unseen runes along the walls.
Raerin stepped forward, his face was grim, and his spear was lowered in reverence. "It feels as if we are being tested," he said. "And we will have to use our wits to get out of this situation."
Kedes nodded, gaze shifting between the orb shard and the throne. "Just what is this throne room, and whose throne is that?" he murmured. "It feels more like a seal placed on us, without any reasoning behind."
