Chapter 651 King Solomon's Disappointment
Lenny, caught in the ethereal embrace of his trance, found himself standing in the heart of a resplendent castle, a realm of opulence that seemed to defy reality. The very air exuded an aura of richness, as if prosperity itself had taken a tangible form.
The walls, adorned with intricate patterns of gold and precious stones, gleamed with an otherworldly radiance. Every step Lenny took resonated on a floor of the finest marble, the pale surface veined with threads of gold. The very essence of wealth seemed to have been woven into the fabric of this fantastical place.
As he wandered deeper into the castle, Lenny found himself surrounded by cascading curtains that swirled like liquid gold, allowing beams of warm, ethereal light to filter through. The plush red carpets underfoot felt like a velvet embrace, leading him further into the heart of this architectural marvel.
Overhead, chandeliers crafted from intricate runes adorned the ceilings, their soft glow casting an enchanting dance of light and shadow. These mesmerizing fixtures seemed to possess a life of their own, each rune pulsating with a mystic energy that harmonized with the tranquil atmosphere.
At the end of the grand hall, Lenny's eyes widened in awe as they beheld a magnificent throne. This majestic seat of power, elevated on a dais, was a masterpiece crafted entirely from gold and adorned with radiant yellow runes. The throne seemed to resonate with an ancient energy, an embodiment of both regality and mysticism.
Surrounded by such splendor, Lenny couldn't help but feel a profound sense of surprise and wonder. The beauty that unfolded before him transcended the boundaries of imagination, leaving him suspended in a dreamscape where reality merged seamlessly with the fantastical.
As Lenny approached the imposing throne, his eyes focused on the figure seated with an air of regal serenity. A bearded man, his facial hair cascading with an air of wisdom, sat comfortably on the golden seat of power. The robes he wore were a tapestry of rich colors, each hue intertwining in a display of elegance that seemed to defy mortal craftsmanship.
The man's sandals, adorned with a gentle glow, hinted at a celestial origin, as if each step he took resonated with the echoes of otherworldly realms. The scepter held in his hand was a work of art, a harmonious fusion of precious stones that emitted a kaleidoscope of colors. The gemstones seemed to pulse with an inner light, whispering secrets of ancient knowledge to those who gazed upon them.
A golden crown adorned the man's head, a regal circlet that bore runes alive with movement. Each rune seemed to dance with a life of its own, an intricate script that conveyed a language of magic and mastery. King Solomon, the Wise, radiated an aura of profound intelligence and benevolence, a ruler in command of not just earthly realms, but the very fabric of mystical forces.
Lenny, standing in the presence of this legendary figure, felt a profound sense of awe and recognition. The historical weight of King Solomon's reputation as a paragon of wisdom and insight hung in the air. The throne room itself seemed to acknowledge the presence of a kindred spirit, a meeting of souls across the expanse of time and reality.
The moment King Solomon opened his eyes, Lenny found himself ensnared by the captivating gaze that met his own. The gray eyes, mirroring his own color, possessed a sharp radiance that seemed to cut through the fabric of reality. Their depth was like an abyss, and Lenny felt an almost magnetic force pulling him into the recesses of the king's penetrating stare.
As the ancient monarch surveyed him from head to toe, the weight of ages seemed to settle in the atmosphere. A low sigh, more felt than heard, emanated from the wise ruler. The sigh rippled through the vastness of the golden castle, carrying an air of both weariness and profound knowledge.
"You are still too weak, and your mind too narrow, Lenny Tales..." the king pronounced, his words echoing through the opulent halls. Lenny stood frozen, a mixture of awe and surprise etched across his face. The unexpected declaration from one so renowned for sagacity struck a chord deep within him, leaving Lenny to grapple with the implications of his own inadequacy in the presence of such a venerable figure.
With a gentle movement, King Solomon reached for the scepter in his hand. From its adorned tip, he extracted a small, finger-sized stone. There was an otherworldly glow to the precious gem as the king, with a flick of his regal finger, propelled it toward Lenny's form. The stone found its mark, embedding itself into Lenny's body with a precision that seemed to transcend the physical realm.
A searing pain erupted within Lenny's being, an agony unlike any he had experienced before. It reverberated through every fiber of his existence, jolting him out of the enchanting vision and thrusting him back into the harsh embrace of reality. The transition was abrupt, leaving Lenny grappling with the lingering echoes of the pain that accompanied the mysterious intrusion of the otherworldly gem.
In reality, len ny was flung a distance backward out of Ella's grasp.
He hit the bone wall behind him harshly as he coughed up a mouth full of blood.
Immediately, Ella ran to him. She had been in this place for a long time and had tried time and again to get that ball of Shadow runes to respond to her but nothing happened.
And yet, lenny had only gazed upon it for a time and there was such a profound reaction.
As far as she was concerned, something profound had just happened. Maybe... Just maybe her dreams could come true as a result of this.
She grabbed Lenny by his clothes, "tell me! Tell me! What did you see in there?"
Lenny did not respond to her as blood fell from his orifices. However, she did not care. She landed a few punches on his face in an attempt to get him to pull himself together...
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