[The Council Room —]
The Council Chamber was never a place of laughter or idle talk. Its high domed ceiling, inlaid with glowing sigils, gave the room an air of sacred permanence, as though the stones themselves remembered every decision made within its walls.
Long banners hung on either side— one in radiant silver embroidered with angelic runes, the other in deep crimson threaded with devil glyphs— both fluttering faintly though no wind stirred the chamber.
At the center, the round obsidian table gleamed like polished night, its surface reflecting the flickering torchlight. Seven chairs encircled it, heavy and tall-backed, each carved with insignias of the multiverse. Six were occupied; the seventh, at the far end, bore only a faint shimmer, as though it was awaiting its absent member.
