The war chamber was abuzz with fervent discussion, the air thick with tension as the guardians' voices overlapped in a cacophony of concern. Strategies were proposed, debated, and discarded as the celestial guardians deliberated on the most effective means of safeguarding the sceptre, their collective expertise and experience brought to bear on the daunting task.
Leor stood at the head of the table, his piercing blue eyes narrowing in contemplation as he weighed the merits of each proposal. Azarath leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, his crimson gaze darting between the other guardians with an unnerving intensity.
Corvus, lost in thought, stroked his bearded chin with a practiced hand, a habitual gesture that betrayed his deepening consideration. Shania and Seraphina, their faces etched with concern, furrowed their brows in concentration, their attentive gazes sweeping the assembly as they carefully considered the suggestions of their fellow guardians.