[Throne Hall.]
The Throne Hall of the Fifth World was a testament to absolute supremacy. Towering pillars carved from the ancient gemstones, stretched up to a ceiling that perfectly mirrored the cosmos. At the center of it all, was the throne.
Sunny sat on the throne, staring at the two, a small frown on his face. The golden light on him cast long shadows across the obsidian floor, emphasizing the heavy silence that had fallen over the grand room.
"So what do you plan to do next?" He asked, staring at Ladon. His voice was calm.
Ladon, the terrifying Dragon Emperor who commanded the skies, immediately bowed his head in absolute submission.
