After a long journey across the open plains and the rolling hills beyond them, they finally arrived at the Sillinghter’s tower.It rose alone against the horizon, tall and silent, its presence dominating the quiet land around it.“We’re here,” the Vaelcryx said as they approached the gate.The gate itself was peculiar. It was built from stones of different sizes and colors, carefully pressed together into a single structure. Some were dark gray, others reddish, some nearly black. Despite the variation in color, none of the stones shimmered or reflected light. Their surfaces were dull, worn by time, as though the structure had stood there long before anyone could remember.Draven lifted his gaze toward the towering structure.“Such a massive tower just for exchange?” he thought.The thought lingered only briefly before he dismissed it.“A gate man or what?” he asked, noticing that the entrance remained firmly shut.“Self-detecting,” the Vaelcryx replied immediately.Draven nodded faint

GRAM!!!The iron gates cracked open, the sound creaking loudly as it echoed through the depths of the cave.The space beyond slowly revealed itself.It was vast.A throne room stretched out before them, wide and heavy with silence. The floor was laid with rough bricks, worn and uneven, as though countless feet had passed over them. The walls rose high on either side, still decorated with skulls and bones. Some were large and jagged, others small and hollow, all arranged with deliberate care.It was not decoration.It was a statement.At the far end of the chamber, a massive platform rose from the ground, several steps high. Upon it stood the throne.It was built from skulls and bones, fused together with bricks into a grotesque structure. The bones curved outward like arms, forming the shape of a seat meant not for comfort, but for dominance.And seated upon it was the Aurethrion.It sat with one leg raised, resting casually on a lower stool made from bone, while its arms stretched la

“Eryon!!” The Aurethrion’s voice rolled through the cavern like thunder, sharp and commanding, echoing off the jagged stone walls.A massive thudding sound followed, vibrating through the floor as a towering creature appeared, its head shaped like the Vaelcryx’s but far larger, more angular, and menacing, its body that of a bodybuilder, corded with raw muscle. Its legs were forged from metal, thick and hammer-like, capable of crushing anything underfoot. The creature’s presence alone made the cave tremble slightly. It was a Nknervite.“Yes, master?” the Nknervite rumbled, bowing its head low in reverence, the weight of obedience evident in its massive form.Draven felt the urge to summon his powers, but he cut it off before it even surfaced. Summoning powers… The thought never left his lips; he would not let the Aurethrion know how strong he was. Every second here mattered, and he could not afford to reveal even the slightest advantage.“Entertain me with this human,” the Aurethrion