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... in a perfect circle, radiating an oppressive aura that whispered of power and ancient dominance.
No mortal soul would dare linger next to these thrones, for the weight of the ancient dominion was suffocating.
A throne with smoldering obsidian, veins of molten gold tracing its jagged contours. It exuded the oppressive heat of a thousand infernos, a promise of karmic retribution carved in smoking stone.
Next to it, a throne of wrought iron, twisted and barbed like a tortur ...
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