Chapter 25: Lord Of Nightfall Dominion
Walking out of the portal, I met a familiar sight.
The throne room was vast, its weight carried by sculpted columns of eerily handsome men—all of them sharing the same perfect face. Along both walls sat low, cushioned chairs and polished side-tables. At the far end of the hall, on a raised platform, waited a jagged metal throne permanently stained a deep, wet red.
Medieval torches lined the walls, but none were lit, cloaking the room in shadow.
Nightfall Dominion’s throne room.
> Ding!
[Sit on the throne to claim your place as Lord of Nightfall Dominion.]
I frowned. My instincts said there was more to it, yet I climbed the steps anyway and stood before the throne. The blood-stench was suffocating, and a slow heartbeat echoed from the metal itself.
"New world, new experiences," I muttered to encourage myself, then sat.
> Ding!
[Establishing connection between host and territory...]
The moment I settled, it felt like iron clamps locked me in place. Red mist seeped from the chair, spiraling around me and blotting out my vision.