Iron Jaw remained on his knees, his massive frame bowed in reverence before Aaron, his loyalty absolute after being shattered and reformed by the overwhelming display of power. The icy chamber, its walls glistening with frost under the dim glow of mana crystals, seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the weight of Aaron's dominion.
"Good. Now, the rest of your people. I want their loyalty as well," Aaron commanded, his voice steady and unyielding, seated upon his throne of swirling shadows, his presence an unshakable monolith in the frozen expanse.
"I will see to it," Iron Jaw replied solemnly, rising to his feet and departing the chamber with purpose, his heavy footsteps crunching against the icy floor, leaving faint cracks in their wake.
