Chapter 9 ~ Council Of Thorn

• In the high chamber of the palace, the twelve robed figures of the Council of Thorn sat around a long obsidian table carved from the heart of Mount Drakon. The room was dimly lit by floating orbs of fire suspended above their heads, casting shadows that flickered across ancient murals painted on the stone walls, depictions of battles, betrayals, and pacts long forgotten.
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• ‎At the head of the table sat King Tharion, draped in his royal crimson cloak, the Royal Ring glinting like a star on his finger. He leaned back in his chair with an expression of cold disinterest as the council meeting commenced.