Realm Lord
Chapter 116: The Throne Room

Chapter 116: The Throne Room

Beyond the threshold of the bedroom door stretched a medium-length hallway that seemed to pulse with an ominous energy all its own. The corridor was constructed from the same ancient stone as the rest of the castle, but there was something different about this particular passage—something that made the very air feel heavier, more oppressive than anything they had encountered in their journey through the cursed structure.

At the far end of the hallway stood their destination: a pair of grand double doors that rose at least twelve feet into the shadowed ceiling above. The doors were massive, constructed from what appeared to be solid oak reinforced with iron bands that had been worked into intricate patterns. Even from a distance, the craftsmanship was obviously superior to anything else they had seen in the castle, speaking of the importance of whatever lay beyond.

Lara’s sharp eyes took in every detail of the imposing barrier before them, her mind automatically cataloging what she observed against her previous explorations of the castle. Recognition dawned on her features as memories from their earlier days in this accursed place came flooding back.

"That’s it," she said quietly, her voice carrying a note of grim certainty. "The door we told you about before—the only one in the entire castle that wouldn’t open no matter what we tried."

She had mentioned this to Aziel and Arthur during one of their earlier conversations. As someone who had systematically explored every accessible area of the castle during her groups time here, she had encountered this particular door multiple times and found it completely immovable. No amount of force, no clever manipulation of the locking mechanism, nothing had been able to budge it even an inch.

She assumed it had to be a throne room having not yet run into one anywhere else in the castle and going off the assumption every castle has one.

In the distress and chaos of recent days—the constant battles, the loss of their companions, the desperate fight for survival—they had all but forgotten about the mysterious throne room and its stubbornly sealed entrance.

But now, standing before those same imposing doors after defeating what they had believed to be the castle’s final guardian, the coincidence felt anything but random. The bedroom door opening directly onto this particular hallway, leading them inevitably to the one chamber they had been unable to access before—it was too convenient, too perfectly orchestrated to be mere chance.

They all came to the same grim conclusion as they stared at the grand double doors, the realization settling over them like a cold shroud. The thought formed simultaneously in each of their minds, unspoken but crystal clear in its terrible certainty: ’It’s not over yet.’

The sound of loud gulps echoed in the confined space of the hallway as each member of the group struggled to process what this meant for their hopes of escape. Subtle, nervous breaths were drawn and released as they slowly approached the threshold, their footsteps seeming unnaturally loud against the stone floor. Each step forward felt like a step closer to some terrible revelation, some final trial that would determine whether they lived or died in this cursed place.

Upon reaching the door, they arranged themselves in a loose semicircle before the imposing barrier, each lost in their own thoughts as they contemplated what might await them beyond. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken fears and the weight of exhaustion from their recent battles. They had come so far, overcome so much, and yet here they stood on the threshold of what might be their greatest challenge yet.

Finally, it was Lara who broke the oppressive quiet. She let out a long, measured sigh that seemed to carry all the weariness and determination she had accumulated during their ordeal. When she turned to look at the rest of the group, her gaze was piercing and unwavering, filled with a resolve that seemed to burn brighter than the fear that surrounded them.

"It isn’t over yet," she stated flatly, acknowledging the reality they all understood. "We’ve got a job to do. Whatever is behind this door..." She paused, letting her eyes sweep across each of her companions’ faces in turn. "We’ll handle it."

Her words were stern but carried a level of confidence that seemed to breathe new life into the group, reminding them of their own strength. They had survived everything the castle had thrown at them so far—the animated guardians, the treacherous corridors, the loss of their companions. They were still standing, still fighting, still determined to see this through to the end.

The group took a collective breath, drawing strength from Lara’s unwavering determination and from each other’s presence. Whatever waited beyond those doors, they would face it together as they had faced everything else in this castle.

Lara stepped forward and placed her hands against the heavy wooden surface of the doors. Even with her enhanced strength, the massive barriers required serious effort to budge. Her muscles strained against the weight and whatever mechanisms held the doors closed, her enhanced physique allowing her to apply force that would have been impossible for an ordinary person.

Slowly, with a deep, ominous creaking that seemed to echo through the very foundations of the castle, the doors began to part. The sound was like the groaning of some ancient beast awakening from a long slumber, and it sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. Whatever lay beyond had been sealed away for a very long time.

But as the doors swung open to reveal the chamber beyond, something unexpected happened to the group. Their gaze was not drawn to the room itself, not to its contents or decorations or whatever architectural marvels it might contain. In fact, their gaze was not drawn to anything at all—for a moment, it was as if they had all gone blind, too overwhelmed by a sudden, crushing sensation to process what their eyes were seeing.

It felt like being plunged deep underwater without warning, the pressure around them becoming so intense that they could barely draw breath. Their chests tightened painfully as sweat began to bead on their foreheads despite the coolness of the castle air. Their hands began to tremble uncontrollably, not from cold or exhaustion, but from the primal fear that had suddenly seized hold of their very souls.

This wasn’t the manufactured fear they had experienced from the monster of halls. No, this was something far more fundamental, far more real. This was the kind of fear that spoke to the deepest, most primitive parts of their minds—the ancient warning systems that had kept their ancestors alive in a world full of predators.

Arthur recognized the sensation immediately, as did Aziel. This wasn’t the first time they had felt this particular type of overwhelming pressure, this crushing weight of presence that made their very bones ache with terror. The memory came flooding back with perfect, horrible clarity.

And then Arhturs mind went somewhere else remembering their escape into the city when they had been pursued by the swarm of giant termites. But then, at the very edge of the city walls, something strange had happened.

The termites had stopped. They had pulled back from the boundary, refusing to enter the city despite their obvious desire to continue the hunt. At the time, Arthur had been curious about their sudden hesitation, but the immediate need to escape had pushed the question from his mind.

Now, feeling this crushing pressure bearing down on him like the weight of the ocean itself, Arthur realized what had actually happened that day. The city hadn’t been empty as they had assumed. It had been another monster’s territory—a domain so thoroughly claimed by something far more dangerous than termites that even mindless predators had known better than to trespass.

And upon feeling this overwhelming presence emanating from the throne room before them, Arthur understood with crystal clarity what they were facing. The realization hit him hard, stealing the breath from his lungs and making his knees weak with terror.

In this throne room, in the heart of this cursed castle, waiting for them in the darkness beyond those ancient doors...

was an abomination.

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