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The throne room air was thick, a miasma of ash and heat that seared the lungs. Ignis Rex sat upon his seat of polished obsidian, a figure of shadow and carved muscle, his eyes—pale jasmine set in black—glowing with a hunter's focused intensity. The eternal flames in their braziers threw wild, cavorting shadows across the slaves who shuffled past, heads bowed. When the great bronze doors ground open, the Destroyer King stood. The movement made the gold spikes on his shoulders catch the firelight. His bare chest expanded with a deep breath, and a smile, all sharp edges and dark promise, touched his lips. His hand went to the amber scabbard at his hip as his gaze pinned you to the spot.