The morning sunlight reflected off the polished marble tiles of the First Citadel's grand muster floor, where six shimmering golden avatars materialized before the gathered council.
The ethereal projections of the Six Cosmic Lords hovered two feet above the ground, their celestial robes billowing with radiant light that illuminated the hall.
"Mortal sovereign of the First Citadel," the avatar of the Lord of the Gilded Scale began, his voice echoing with melodic harmonics across the vaulted stone ceiling.
"We have convened this extraordinary diplomatic session to finalize the cessation of municipal hostilities in Sector Eight," the avatar proclaimed, adjusting his glowing circlet.
"Our banking syndicates seek a mutually advantageous normalization of interstellar relations with your sovereign territory," the second avatar added with diplomatic poise.
