The Throne Hall [Part-3]
It felt… ancient.
Like something meant to remind anyone who looked at it exactly where power sat.
For a moment— No one spoke.
Even the faint echoes of their footsteps seemed to fade inside the vast throne hall. The air carried a quiet weight, the kind that pressed gently against the chest.
The women stared.
Syra finally exhaled slowly.
"…Okay."
A slight tilt of her head, an eyebrow creeping up at the sight of that massive building.
"That's… not subtle."
A quiet laugh slipped out as Rias gave a small nod.
"That is definitely a throne."
A flicker of laughter lit her red gaze while her fingers traced the carved snakes on the chair's arms.
"Honestly, I was expecting something impressive," she added lightly. "But this… this is bordering on theatrical."
Aria folded her arms, eyes drifting - first lingering on the curved seat shaped like a blooming flower, then slipping lower where coiled snakes hugged the bottom edge.
