Rod followed Horus into the deep cave and soon arrived at a massive cavern.
It resembled a giant extinguished furnace, filled with ashes, piled into thirteen tall mountains.
At the peaks of these thirteen mountains lay thirteen grey thrones.
Eight of them faintly glowed with spiritual light, while five were dull and silent.
Horus said, "This is the Ashen Throne, a semi-divine artifact passed down since ancient times, said to have been crafted by Giant King Omir. It can converge human fate and catalyze powerful individuals in humanity... That is your seat."
Rod stepped up to the eighth Gray Mountain, gazing at the throne seemingly formed from ashes, spiritual light flashing above it, an indescribable feeling arose within his heart.
"Why did Giant King Omir craft the Ashen Throne to converge human fate?"
