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A day passed like that and…
The chamber was vast and solemn, its silence broken only by the faint hum of mana resonating through the air.
From the towering stained-glass windows, light poured in, splintered into countless shards of color that danced across the walls and floor.
The beams struck the circular table at the room's center, refracting over polished wood and glinting off metallic insignias worn by those seated around it.
Each face was painted in fragments of red, blue, and gold, the hues shifting with every flicker of light…
…As though unseen gods were casting their silent judgment upon them, weighing every breath, every unspoken thought beneath the fractured glow.
The air in the chamber was thick, saturated with mana, tension, and the low, constant hum of the sealing wards woven into the walls.
Every breath carried the weight of power barely restrained.
At the head of the table stood Emily.
