Thousands of whale-oil torches mixed with hundreds of magical light orbs illuminated this enormous underground space.
Within the natural cavern large enough to hold ten thousand people, the thing before them was so immense, so majestic, yet it radiated a divine and uncanny aura that made one want to kneel and prostrate oneself in worship.
It was a throne over three hundred meters tall, battered and broken from top to bottom.
The enormous throne was formed from an organic fusion of four colors—red, white, black, and gray—giving it an extraordinary charm. A gigantic Hydra coiled around the throne, its nine heads encircling it while its thick body wound around it in layer upon layer.
Each of the Hydra's heads wore a crown. Every one of them was solemn and sacred, without the savagery or sinister air snakes ought to possess. They held their heads high in pride, loftily gazing down upon all living things like gods surveying the world.
Seated upon the throne was a statue of a god wearing a crown, with six pairs of wings spreading from its back. But more than half of the statue's head had shattered away, and its body was riddled with holes and cracks. The god had four faces, facing front, back, left, and right, each bearing a completely different expression—grief, despair, sorrow, wild laughter. Every face carried an intensely infectious power, making anyone who saw it unconsciously reveal the same expression.
The throne stood upon a vast platform. Made from some unknown red, white, black, and gray materials, the platform stretched over a thousand meters in both length and width. Like the throne itself, it was ruined beyond measure, covered in cracks and holes. At each of the platform's four corners stood a god with three pairs of wings, holding a long