A handsome young man was standing inside a dimly lit room. Decorative furnishings were adorning the walls from all four sides. Various photos of beautiful men and women were strooned across, giving the room a temple like wibe. The young man had beautiful green hairs which were somehow glowing for some reason his age looked about twenty, but his dangerous aura suggested that he might even be older than the Gods or even similar in age to them. The most noticeable trate of his body were the two-pointed ears above his shoulders, the beloved trate and sign of the elf raice who had ruled over the humans for two centuries.
The elven man was looking not at the furnishings of beautiful men and women, but his gaze was elsewhere like he was looking into the distance, where the eyesight of a normal mortal could never reach. He was in deep thought like he was contemplating something. After a final sigh, he looked in front of him where an ancient throne stood quietly above a few stone steps. It was empty and no one was sitting there. Despite being as ancient as time itself, the throne had no speck of dust on it. It was still as pristine as new when its occupant used to sit on it.
"even though many eons have passed but this place still seem to be the same…" the man said to himself.
He started to moved towards the throne and stopped just below the first stone step. As he tried to touch the air above the step, an unknown force struck him so hard that he was sent flying like a ragdoll, and his body didn't stop until it crashed into a nearby wall.
He, who was as strong and as old as the Gods which ruled over this world, was sent flying just by touching the air above the step of a mere throne, an unliving object! This was absurd enough that nobody will believe but it had actually happened and the victim of this mysterious dangerous thing was standing up now. He wasn't shocked and nor was he afraid. Instead, there was a happy smile on his lips, for which any woman would drool over. It was just so beautiful, like shining diamonds.
He walked towards the throne again but this time, he stopped before the first stone step and did not try to touch the air above it like before. He bowed his deeply and touched the stone step but this time, nothing happened.
"I was delirious to think that the power of the king could get weakened. I beg for your forgiveness your majesty. I hope that your benevolent heart will forgive this insolent servant of yours." After saying this, he raised his head and looked beside the throne where a cocoon pulsing with holy light lay. It was still brimming with energy, and was unharmed despite having gone through much hardships in the village of tesq. The elven man had an angry expression on his face upon seeing the cocoon and feeling the person's aura who was inside it. He spoke with gritted teeth and in a raspy voice---" those holy lizards haven't stopped even now and have dared to do this to you… despite you did everything for them. And that elven kid, if you were in your prime, then this much flame wouldn't have even licked your skin but it is not the time to bring you back, my king. It is now the time to bring the era of flame back… the absolute era of your majesty!