They weren't ordinary chairs. Each was made of metal plated in gold, carved with detailed symbols, as if each one represented a different domain of power. And on the backrest of every chair was a distinct symbol:
* The first bore a skull, with two crossed swords behind it. A mark that radiated menace and bloodshed.
* The second showed a fox with three eyes, its gaze cunning and sharp, as if it could pierce through the soul.
* The third depicted a coiled dragon with broken wings, a symbol that hinted at strength tainted by tragedy.
* The fourth displayed a single eye engulfed in blue flames.
* The last chair bore a silver-winged raven, its beak clutching a broken chain.
The five chairs stood with regal grace, empty yet heavy with presence. As if each one held a long history and dark secrets.
Alaric stood frozen. "What is this place, really?"
