The room was dim, lit only by the soft flicker of a floating orb above the round table where they sat. Shadows danced along the high stone walls, making the place feel older than time itself.
An old man with a long silver beard leaned back in his seat, stroking his beard slowly, his eyes half-closed in thought.
"So…" he said, voice calm but heavy, "are we really deciding to go to universal war against this new faction… the Celestial Monarch Faction?"
His words hung in the air.
The two others sitting with him didn't speak right away. They didn't need to. The silence was thick enough.
Across from him sat a tall woman draped in dark flowing robes. Her long black hair brushed the ground, and a thin, silver crown hovered just above her head, almost invisible unless the light caught it right.
She was Selene, Monarch of the Endless Night.
