One Way Or Another

On the outskirts of the Southern Atholor Continent, concealed from prying eyes by a powerful, undetectable barrier, stood a grand structure.

The building's architectural brilliance exuded an aura of majesty, its intricately designed walls and towering rooftops hinting at the influence and power of its occupants.

Within one of its larger chambers, a meeting was taking place—a meeting that would set into motion events that could shape the future of humanity.  

The room was dimly lit, the shadows playing across the faces of three individuals seated around a polished table. All were masked, their features obscured, and their cores meticulously concealed. One figure stood out: a demon.

Its presence was unmistakable, from the oppressive aura it radiated to the two curved horns that jutted out of its helmet. The demon sat at the head of the table, its posture both regal and menacing, while the other two figures, humans by their features, sat side by side.