As the group stepped into the throne room, an invisible weight immediately bore down on them. The source: Adam's skill,
The group muscles all began to tensed, their knees buckled slightly, and many found their instincts screaming at them to kneel or flee.
For the servants atleast, the clear difference in power was vividly evident.
Even from behind the great doors of the throne room, and when did they cross it, and enter into it.
That was when they saw him properly for the first time.
Seated high upon the stone-carved throne, framed by the ambient glow of the chamber's eldritch light, was a boy.
But calling him simply a "boy" felt very wrong.