The chamber was vast. Its domed ceiling arching high above like the inside of a gilded eggshell.
There were no windows. No sunlight reached this place.
Only soft, magical lights floated near the edges. Casting a pale glow on the polished stone walls.
At the center stood a large round table made of pure obsidian. Its surface was so smooth it reflected the faces of those seated around it.
This was the Council Room of the Human Domain. A place where only the most powerful came to speak.
Kings, queens, high-ranking nobles, and ancient mages. Some sat in person, while others appeared through shimmering magical projections. Their bodies outlined in glowing threads of light. Powered by faraway magic.
The air was heavy. The kind of silence that crackled with tension. Words weren't spoken easily here. When they were. They carried weight.
At the head of the table sat a man who needed no introduction.
King Sylas D'Argent.
