"Don't worry. Nothing will happen to them. They'll be treated as guests," Manefor said as he led Atrox into a hallway lit with torches.
"Am I a guest as well?" Atrox asked with a smile.
Manefor hesitated. "That remains to be seen... You are complicated."
Atrox grunted. He could guess why he was considered complicated. He was using the fire the Forsaken Tribes considered as the power their Lord only gave to the True Blightfur.
'How will they feel if they know this power stems from the Demon World?' Atrox shook his head.
Finally, he was led into the hall that actually looked like a throne room.
The room seemed to be carved into the mountain itself, the walls worn smooth with age. Four long tables took up two sections of the room, stretching from the raised dais to the end.
On the raised dais stood a stone throne, and on it sat a man even bigger than Manefor. He had gray hair and an ugly scar on his chin, his eyes dark and solemn.
