Finally, Razeal came to a stop before the structure, and for a brief second his mind did not immediately process what he was looking at, as if the scale and design of it demanded a moment of forced stillness before it could be understood but then it settled into clarity, and the word formed on its own in his thoughts a throne.. though even as he recognized it, he knew it did not fully fit what stood in front of him, because this was not a throne in the traditional sense of power, nor a symbol crafted to inspire awe through decoration or legacy, but something far more unsettling in its intent, something built not to represent authority but to be the center of it.
