Corvus led them deeper into the old palace.
The halls were dark and heavy, the stone walls covered in faded paintings that once showed the glory of the old empire. Now the paint was cracked and peeling, and the faces of the ancient kings were completely worn away by time. Nathan walked with Moonlight ready in his hand, his [Hunter's Insight] scanning the dark corners for any trouble. The Emissary was dead, but the Throne's heavy, cold pressure still pressed against the back of his mind.
"The curse was not always here," Corvus said quietly as they walked through the dust. "Before the Shepherd came, the Throne was a source of actual power. The old kings used it to connect with the World itself—to feel its pain, its joy, its life. The Throne was a bridge between the ruler and his people. The king did not sit on the Throne just to give orders. He sat there to listen."
"What happened to change that?" Elise asked, her footsteps echoing softly.
