Realm Lord

"The throne room?" Arthur asked questioningly, his voice echoing softly against the weathered stone walls. His fingers drummed absently against his knee.

Lara nodded, her intelligent eyes gleaming in the warm candlelight that filled the room.

"Yes..." she replied, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. "While this theory is not confirmed, every castle needs a throne room... especially ones this grand." Her gaze getting more serious as she spoke "Yet we haven’t seen one. What we have seen, however, is what we believe to be the original door to the throne room."

"It was grand," Lara continued, her voice taking on a tone of reverence, "the biggest door in the castle... intricately carved with symbols we’ve yet to fully decipher. But when we tried to open it, it wouldn’t budge." She frowned, the memory clearly frustrating. "Not with physical force, not with abilities. Nothing we tried made any difference."

Arthur was scratching his head whilst processing her words, his calloused fingers running through his dark, unkempt hair.

"Why would there be a room exempt from the rest of the spell?" he asked, more to himself than to anybody else. The question hung in the air like the dust motes dancing in the rays of candlelight.

Lara shook her head, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Who knows... but if this missing throne room truly exists, my best guess would be that the spell circle is in there."

Aziel, who had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the conversation, finally spoke up. He sat with his back against the wall, long legs stretched out before him, his blue hair glinting in the dim light.

"But if that is really where the spell circle is," he said with question in his deep voice, "how the hell are we gonna get into that room?" His piercing blue eyes narrowed skeptically as he crossed his arms over his chest.