1109 Radiant Conclave Summit

On the top floor of the magnificent tower in question, the spacious crescent-shaped hall, where pivotal decisions for half the continent were made, was more crowded than usual. The five coveted golden thrones, facing the breathtaking stained glass windows overlooking the even more imposing Heaven Cascade, were now fully occupied.

Master Eldrion, who had occupied the central seat last time, had humbly yielded his throne to a tall, muscular man with sun-tanned skin, slate-grey eyes, and a neatly groomed beard, seated on a majestic golden throne adorned with spikes. His expression was severe and solemn, reflecting his readiness to judge his subjects and make crucial decisions for his people.