It was a peculiar scene.
There was a strange power that locked onto the chained Throne.
The halting power was so immense that it even made the entire world stop. And yet, the young boy, who was once an old man, could be seen moving and not moving at the same time.
It was difficult for Throvald to understand what his eyes were seeing. One moment, the boy's hand seemed to rise from the armrest, yet the next moment, it was still resting exactly where it had been. His hair moved despite there being no wind, but every strand remained frozen in place. Even the chains surrounding him existed in that same contradiction, trembling violently while somehow remaining utterly motionless.
"Who... are you?" Throvald stood up and could sense something emanating deep inside the Throne, where the young boy rested.
"Do not approach me unless you want to die again." The boy smiled as the chains around him suddenly trembled!
