The Sceptre's Secret

Two days had passed since their hard-fought victory, granting the celestial guardians a brief but necessary reprieve. The battle’s echoes still haunted the air, a lingering omen that Xal’dar’s forces would not stop coming. But in these two days, they had rested, their energy had been fully restored, and their resolve had only strengthened.

Now, with the first golden rays of dawn slicing through the high stained-glass windows of the castle, the war chamber stood ready to host yet another crucial discussion.

The chamber itself was a masterpiece of celestial craftsmanship—a grand circular hall with a domed ceiling etched in constellations that pulsed with soft luminescence. A massive obsidian table commanded the center, its polished surface reflecting the warriors gathered around it. The chairs, high-backed and carved with the sigils of their respective lineages, stood like silent sentinels around the table.