The two of them walked through the corridors, not into the imperial palace, but instead turned in their direction and entered a slightly dim room.
On the back of the chair crafted from Mystic Iron, nine deformed dragon motifs protruded. Each scale and piece of armor was filled with densely packed holes. When shadows passed over the throne, dark red liquid would seep from those holes. The red-gold pupils of the dragon head armrest were not inlaid with gems but some sort of translucent organ, which contracted into vertically elongated pupils as the sundial shifted.
The throne's back extended into a spinal-like alloy framework, and the crimson leather-wrapped metal throne buzzed and trembled in the dark chamber. The fusion of metallic material with leather gave it a unique, bizarre fleshy sensation. Standing before this throne that seemed to be alive, the King of Han stretched out his hand with a complicated expression, gently touching the sword hilt mechanism on the throne, saying:
