"Please, sit on your throne," Azarealis said, her voice calm and respectful. William nodded, walking toward the grand throne that now stood at the center of the room. As he lowered himself into the seat, he noticed the unusual texture. It felt surprisingly soft, despite the imposing appearance of the dark stone structure.
"It's made from demon hide," Azarealis explained, her tone almost casual. "A big one, with a lot of fur. Took me some effort to hunt it down, but I wanted to ensure your seat was as formidable as it is comfortable."
William ran his fingers over the armrests, feeling the smooth, supple texture beneath his hands. The craftsmanship was remarkable, but it was the sheer power radiating from the throne that caught his attention. "You've changed," he said, his voice low but thoughtful as he looked at her, taking in how much more confident and composed she seemed compared to when he last saw her.