บท 1269: The King Awoken!

Lyon reclined on the grand throne, perched atop an expansive set of marble stairs that descended gracefully into the wide-open arena below. Massive pillars lined either side of the staircase, towering into the sky, but there was no roof above—just the endless expanse of the heavens. Clouds drifted lazily between the stairs, their soft shadows casting fleeting patterns across the floor. The throne itself was magnificent, carved from ancient stone, adorned with intricate designs that hinted at a forgotten era of power and splendor.