The grand hall of the Supreme Ruler's temple was filled with an almost tangible tension. Massive stone columns lined the chamber, each etched with runes of ancient power, glowing faintly in the dim light. At the far end, a colossal throne of obsidian and silver stood elevated on a dais. Upon it, the Supreme Ruler, Toktu, sat, draped in dark, intricate robes that reflected his authority and command over all. His horns cast shadows across his face, only making his glowing red eyes more menacing as they surveyed the gathered petitioners.

Beside the throne, his pet, a hulking creature of black fur and mighty horns, lay sprawled lazily, its green eyes half-closed. The beast’s tail flicked occasionally, the only sign it was paying attention. Toktu's loyal companion had a presence just as powerful as the master it served, and none dared to look too long at it, for fear of drawing its ire.

The hall was silent as Toktu’s gaze landed on the first petitioner, a nobleman trembling under the weight of Toktu's eyes. The man’s voice wavered as he began to speak of disputes over land and power in the southern reaches of the kingdom. Toktu remained still, his expression unreadable. Only when the nobleman finished his plea did the ruler move. He raised one hand, signaling for silence, and leaned forward slightly, the chains on his chest glinting as they caught the light.

“Your land dispute concerns me not, for it is petty compared to the strength of this kingdom,” he spoke, his voice a low, commanding rumble. “But if it is strength you seek, then I will grant it. Send your strongest to my warlords, and they will be tested. The weak shall perish, and the strong will find their reward.”

His decree echoed through the hall, and the nobleman bowed deeply, his face pale, before retreating. The next petitioner, a merchant, stepped forward, his eyes flicking nervously between the ruler and the pet at his side.