Converging the Powers

The Council chamber of Eldoria gleamed with crystalline magnificence, its ancient ice formations capturing and refracting the morning light into prismatic patterns across the assembled dignitaries. Three distinct sections divided the circular hall—Eldorian crystal masters in their traditional azure robes to the north, Viscine representatives in crimson regalia to the east, and Meridian elemental practitioners in earthen tones to the west. The physical separation reflected centuries of magical distinction, now challenged by necessity.

Eleanor entered with measured dignity, her ice-blue formal attire embellished with subtle crimson threading—a deliberate sartorial acknowledgment of the magical integration she now championed. Vincent followed several paces behind, similarly attired in Viscine crimson with azure accents. The symbolism was not lost on the assembled council members, many of whom exchanged uncomfortable glances.