The grand hall of the Earth Clan stronghold stretched endlessly, its towering stone pillars standing like ancient sentinels. The braziers, placed at precise intervals along the walls, burned with a steady, golden light, yet their glow barely reached the edges of the vast chamber. Shadows pooled in the corners, thick and unmoving, as if they belonged to something more than mere architecture.
The air carried a weight, an unspoken gravity that pressed upon all who entered. This was not merely a room—it was a testament to the legacy of power that had ruled for decades. Every stone bore the imprint of history, battles fought and won, dominance asserted and never relinquished.
And at the far end of it all, his father sat upon his throne.
