Chapter 469: Discipline III
Floor 619 – The Archive of Silent Thrones
The gate to Floor 619 didn’t open with light or power.
It slid aside quietly—like it had been waiting.
The moment Leon stepped through, the silence became a presence. Heavy, tangible. Even Milim, who never seemed fazed by anything, didn’t speak.
They stood inside a vast library.
Not one built of stone and shelves.
But of thrones.
Hundreds of them.
Each throne was different. Some made of glass. Others of stone, gold, flame, ice, bone—even shifting shadows. None were occupied. But all gave off the same pressure:
They had once been claimed.
Roselia whispered, "Is this some kind of... king’s record?"
Kael nodded slowly. "This is the place where every true contender sat before rising or vanishing. These are the final remnants of their will."