With the group having caught their breath and gotten their bearings, as well as understood the depth of their new strengthening they began to ascend the staircase that lay at the end of this enormous room. As they likely could have surmised from simply looking at the ceiling above them as well as looking at the building outside the staircase itself was quite the lengthy climb. Were they regular humans with regular human bodies it would likely have exhausted them to walk this many flights of stairs at once, to the point one couldn't help but wonder if the King simply lived at the top of this citadel with how impractically large this was.
As they got to the end, the group ended up at a large landing with a door leading to the outside, the symbol of a wolf above it. Though, the door itself was missing, the space between the frame being filled with the same opaque water that had stopped them before the entrance to the fight against the shrine guardians. And, is if to greet them for making it all the way to this point, a collection of water coalesced in front of them before the familiar antlered dragon girl form of River appeared before them. "Welcome Exalted," she cheerily greeted. "I am glad to see that you have found no trouble in dealing with the foes that have populated this castle thus far. And for that, I am most confident that you will be able to defeat the foe beyond this Threshold."
The girl gave two thumbs up to them as she continued her speech. "I have, however, very little in way to help you in your struggle against Beryn, the Accursed that lie beyond. He is the apex of all Drengr that you have fought thus far, and wields both magics of Storm, and so I would advise caution in dealing with him. Oh, but my Lady has told me that often times before a decisive battle it is customary and helpful to give the side you wish to win words of encouragement and affirmation. And so..." The girl paused for a moment before clapping her hands together and smiling at the quartet, the water that made up her body practically sparkling from the expression, she said, "I believe in you, Exalted. Do your utmost!"
Going to her usual chipper but more neutral expression she said, "I believe that should be a sufficient amount of encouragement. If you have any questions of me, as always, simply ask and I will answer with what information I possess."
Were the group to not have any, however, River would simply bid them farewell and simply discorporate and evaporate as she had done every time before. All that was left was to walk through the watery wall before them.
Once they had passed the Threshold they were greeted with the sight of what hardly seemed like one would expect of a throne room. For starters, the word "room" would be of liberal use as it was more akin to outdoor courtyard; large, circular with stone walls that evoked more of a colosseum type feeling, the roof itself non existent as the rain and thunder could be both felt and heard without any obstruction. Though lightning struck this part of the building frequently none ever managed to get into the arena itself, three spires on separate ends of the room acting as lightning rods and absorbing each bolt without any show of wear or tear from them.
Though a garden likely once adorned this courtyard like room, one someone would be proud of, all that was left was the trampled and withering remains of gray, long dead plants. Though the stone here had the same weathered texture as the rest of the castle town had before, the damage here was even more extensive; cracks and long gashes in the stone flooring and walls as if something powerful had crashed into them and somehow managed to slash through the material. And at the very end of the room, a simple throne made of the same black rock like material that made up all of the lightning rods that they had seen, with the same crest of the wolf adorned into the top of it. Though that too had scarred by the same slashes that had damaged the rest of this building.
There was no king atop, and instead, in front of it was a hulking armored beast, tufts of fur coming out of whatever scant few openings his armor had. Wielding a large double headed great axe in his curled clawed fingers, he stood hunched over in front of the throne swinging, almost absentmindedly at it and with singular, unknowable purpose. Yet despite this, despite the sound of thunder being ever present and the gentle rain pattering across ground as the group entered he stopped his attacks. A low growl escaped the beast as he turned to face the group, and though they couldn't see them they could feel his eyes lock with theirs. He took a single step forward, murderous intent in his gaze somehow very apparent to them before stopping.
Then, with a stomp he stood up tall - having several feet on even Sabrina - before letting out a bestial roar, drowning out even the thunder that thought itself ruler. Slamming his axe into the ground and dragging the blade across the stone, the creature continued to slowly move closer to them, with heavy footfalls in every step.
ACCURSED OF STORM - BERYN