A surge of energy rippled through the air the instant the crown materialized above the Executioner's hand.
At its emergence, every gaze was irresistibly drawn to it, it hovered mere centimeters above his outstretched palm.
The crown shimmered with lustrous gold, its surface inscribed with ancient, obsidian runes that pulsed with primordial power.
Each rune thrummed with arcane resonance, murmuring secrets of dominion and destruction.
Majestic yet foreboding, the crown radiated an aura of sovereign dread, as though kingship itself grieved for its destined bearer.
It cast an entrancing spell upon all who dared to look, ensnaring their senses in silent awe.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, the Executioner extended his hand forward.
As if obeying an unspoken command, the Severed Crown of Echoes drifted through the air, gliding toward Anthony.
