Chapter 81: The Noble's Conclave

In a grand, high-ceilinged chamber, a long, polished table dominated the space, its surface reflecting the soft, ethereal glow of blue crystals embedded in the walls.

The room was bathed in an eerie, pulsing light, casting an otherworldly ambiance over the assembled nobles. The air was heavy with tension, thick with unspoken rivalries and veiled hostility.

Seated around the table, the nobles exuded an aura of refinement and elegance, their ornate attire a testament to their wealth and status. Velvet, silk, and satin adorned their bodies, intricate embroidery and precious gems glinting in the soft light. Yet, beneath their polished facade, a cauldron of emotions seethed, waiting to boil over.

Guards clad in imposing iron armor stood sentinel at each door, their faces impassive, their eyes fixed on some distant point, their presence a reminder of the power and authority that filled the room.