In a place beyond time,
that recognized no directions,
that had neither sky nor ground—
the seven thrones gathered.
It was not a council.
It was a test of power.
Seven chairs,
each crafted from a different concept.
A throne of unquenchable fire.
A throne of the bones of extinct worlds.
A throne of broken light.
A throne of void that swallows sight.
A throne of suffocating silence.
A throne of frozen blood.
And a throne… on which no one had yet sat.
The first spoke,
his voice like clashing swords:
"Eres failed."
The second replied, with a cold smile:
"He did not fail… he was stripped of his privilege."
The third said:
"The being called Kim… is unclassified."
Silence fell.
Then the throne of blood moved.
Its owner said:
"I do not want to analyze him.
I want to fight him."
A light laugh came from the throne of void:
"If he were to be killed… we wouldn't be here."
The broken light bent slightly:
"He does not seek rule.
Nor a throne.
Nor a deal."
Then he said a sentence that silenced everyone:
"He does not play our game."
The seventh throne…
the empty one…
shuddered.
A voice, source unknown, said:
"Then we change the game."