With lighter steps, Ian checked his status and skill windows in succession, noting the addition of points. The small joy of gaining points not from a quest but from leveling up, something he hadn't fully appreciated yesterday, welled up inside him.
As always, though, the feeling was fleeting.
Closing all the windows, Ian passed by the corpse of the Legion Commander and began to examine the chair the giant had occupied. Like the Queen's throne, it was unremarkable at first glance, save for the dense inscriptions of ancient runes, symbols, and geometric patterns that covered it, faint magical power still emanating from within.
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