In the great City of Everlasting Warmth, as the day's grand festivities began and the sun crept across the horizon, the delegates of every member state gathered inside the City Hall.
One by one, they took their seats and began discussing policies and decisions that would shape the Sovereign Union for the foreseeable future.
Marlow Fireborn sat at the big round table, along with representatives of the other member states that made up the Sovereign Union. Behind him stood several nobles from the Ignisra Kingdom, just as nobles from the other states stood behind their own lead representatives.
Gillian, who was standing right behind the Prince, bent over and whispered, "Still no word of him, Your Highness."
A slight frown appeared on Marlow's face as he nodded. He turned his attention back to the meeting at hand. The Sovereign Conclave was about to begin in the next few minutes.
Yet one thought constantly echoed in his mind:
Where is Nilrem?
***
Twilight Brotherhood Headquarters.
