"The wars between the seven realms had already lasted for generations by that point. Entire bloodlines had risen and fallen. Alliances had been forged and broken so many times that nobody could keep track anymore. Yet despite all the fighting, despite all the victories and defeats, the seven Lords remained trapped at the same stage - the Demi-God stage."
The old woman folded her hands together.
"They possessed enough power to reshape worlds and exterminate civilizations, but none of them could cross the final barrier. The Throne remained beyond their reach."
A faint smile appeared on her face.
"The funny thing is that nobody actually knew what the Throne was."
I frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean exactly what I said."
She laughed softly.
"The Lords spent countless years chasing something they didn't truly understand. Some believed the Throne was an artifact. Others believed it was a position. Some claimed it was a cosmic authority that governed existence itself."
