Traps and Threats
The elevator rose silently as it arrived at the throne room. It dinged and the door opened, allowing Ivo to step out into the throne room.
As expected, the blinds were still in place. The only source of light in the room was the glowing vampire eyes, peering into the darkness.
Standing beside his throne was Armand, who was admiring it with crossed arms. Ivo smiled at the sight. The throne stood like an emperor. With its dark metal and angular designs, it gave off an aura of dominance and cold authority.
He walked to stand beside Armand. His best friend and trusted ally had a thoughtful expression on his face as he examined the chair, his eyes tracing the edges of its armrests as if deep in contemplation.
Ivo smirked as he interrupted Armand's focus with a question. "You like it?" He gestured toward the throne.