The Grand Hall of Lubiy reverberated with fervor, the air thick with uncertainty and anticipation. Whispers danced like flickering shadows among the rulers and dignitaries present, drawing the assembly into a labyrinth of political intrigue that threatened to consume them all. Emperor Liam presided over the table, but a tempest swirled beneath the surface, igniting rivalries that lay dormant and unaddressed.
Emperor James von Nova stood at the periphery, surveying the scene with a keen, discerning eye. The aftermath of the earlier confrontation had turned the summit into a melting pot of ambition and distrust. On one side was the formidable power of the Crimson Divine, with the 27th Crimson Lord pulling the strings of chaotic weaving; on the other, the Eastern Kingdoms held their breath, preparing for the upheaval that the emergence of newfound alliances would conjure.