The New Ruler

"I-It hurts."

"My head is burning…"

"My stomach…ah,"

The eleven elders got up like they were waking up from a deep sleep, even though their painful groans didn't stop.

It's just the ceiling above their heads seemed familiar. It was majestic, serene, and carved with tales long forgotten. The wooden walls were also familiar, their intoxicating scent reminiscent of only one place. Elder Hall.

Wait a minute, Elder Hall?

The elven elders gasped and jolted onto their feet, staring left and right with extreme vigilance. Their minds just began to recover and they understood how they ended up here.

They were now in their seats and in front of them was an empty golden throne.

"S-Successor of Devas, show yourself." The lightning elder stuttered, all his earlier aggression and grumpiness missing.

There was no response and the elders grew extremely tense at what this strong man might be doing. Would their kingdom be in danger?