In the dim light of the ancient chamber, the throne sat heavy with the weight of decay and history. Upon it rested the skeletal remains of the dead king, still upright as if stubbornly refusing to relinquish his seat. His bones creaked softly in the stale air, a silent testament to a reign long ended yet eternally preserved. Around him, weapons—rusted and bone-white—lay scattered and arranged with a reverence that suggested ongoing vigilance even in death.
In the dim light of the ancient chamber, the throne sat heavy with the weight of decay and history. Upon it rested the skeletal remains of the dead king, still upright as if stubbornly refusing to relinquish his seat. His bones creaked softly in the stale air, a silent testament to a reign long ended yet eternally preserved. Around him, weapons—rusted and bone-white—lay scattered and arranged with a reverence that suggested ongoing vigilance even in death.