Mukka descended the steps leading up to his throne, walking towards the place where the incubus had stood previously. He lingered there for a few seconds, studying the movements of mana.
He shook his head and moved forward, towards the balcony. His steps are steady and produce heavy thuds; it was like he weighed several tons. But then, they turned light, as if he weighed nothing at all.
His 'cape', or rather, the hide of a God Beast of the White Tiger Tribe, did not move with him, as if it were stiff on his back. It was like it was a sheet of metal as well, hammered onto his back.
Upon entering the Balcony, Mukka was confronted with the sight of his capital city, Pride. It wasn't an orderly city; there were elven establishments to the east, dwarven buildings to the west, and human constructs in the south and north. An abyssal layer mirrored the worlds it lay siege to, albeit cruelly and morbidly.
