### As you pick up the object, a flood of sensations fills your mind. *Exhaustion. Wariness. Apprehension. Awe. Swelling pride.* We wait. Prostrate. All eyes on an august face. Our lives, hanging on spider's silk. Throne of Midnight. Bone and stone. Seat of the Midnight King. Now melded, essence and sinew. By king's order, augmented. By our claws, reshaped. Power, strength. Symbolic, corporeal. Prostrate, we wait. Eyes unmoving. He lowers himself. Will silken thread hold? A smirk, nigh imperceptible. Relief. Pride. Life. Power, strength. Seat, title. Throne of Midnight. Seat of the Midnight King. An admonishment. Louder. THRONE OF MIDNIGHT! SEAT OF THE MIDNIGHT KING!