"Have the vampires retreated?"
A resonant inquiry echoed from the Brass Throne, causing both the staff and officers present to bow their heads simultaneously: "The enemy's main forces have withdrawn. We've defeated over ten thousand of their troops in this battle, and the count of captives is still underway."
"Alright."
It's no wonder the soldiers and officers present dared not raise their heads—the scene before them was too solemn to gaze upon directly.
A brass throne towered like a mountain on a platform at Mount Mote, nearly three meters high.
The base was a hexagonal brass block embedded with densely packed star-shaped rivets.
The structure consisted of three nested brass frameworks, the outer layer featuring Gothic lattice patterns entwined with thumb-thick chains.
Through the latticed gaps, one could see gears and springs continuously ticking and turning inside.
Above the base were three steps, and above the steps stood the Pope's throne.
