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... ooped into the throne room.

The throne room was just as Althea had described—towering tens of meters high, its curved ceiling held aloft by black marble beams.

It also had large marble pillars standing like titans, lined on the left and right sides. The floor itself was made with polished white and black marble.

And at the very end of the throne room was an elevated dais and a black throne decorated with spikes.

But no sign of Ryker.

"Look." Althea pointed ...

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