Among the countless thrones rising and falling across the Empire of Shadows, one began to manifest that was different from all the others. It emerged slowly, almost hesitantly, as if testing whether reality would accept its existence before committing to full materialization. The base was constructed from bones that still carried the warmth of life rather than the cold emptiness of death not skeletal remains but living bone that pulsed with its own internal rhythm, growing and reshaping itself according to patterns that existed somewhere between organic and architectural.
Rising from this foundation came flames but these were not the wild fire of chaos or the ordered burn of controlled combustion. These flames were black, touched with veins of gold and crimson that seemed to flow like blood through their dark substance. They burned without consuming, casting light that illuminated and shadowed simultaneously, creating a visual paradox that hurt to perceive directly.
