In the grey-blue great hall, the silhouette on the throne resembled a human-shaped burning sacrifice.
He wore a silver-grey crown, bathed in flames, with flowing gold divinity pooling into magma waterfalls down his back, connecting to the roots of the World Tree. Beneath pale skin, liquid dusk writhed, with every breath spilling starlike points from his seven orifices, solemn and sacred.
"How's it over at the Iron Forest?"
Luo En raised his hand to prop up his chin, looking at Heluo who had arrived at the steps.
"It's relatively stable for now. There are already stationed forces of Dwarves, humans, and Elves, along with the Valkyrie Corps from Immortal Palace, and those Giants who fled here. Monsters outside, eroded by the black tide, won't invade easily."
Heluo replied solemnly and then paused, adding,
"However, food and magic power consumption is a big issue."
Luo En nodded slightly, indicating understanding.
